It was a busy week in South America. We learned that a trio of Brazilians had indulged in cannibalism, cooking their victims and turning them into pastries. Meanwhile, in nearby Colombia, President Obama’s Secret Service agents were also enjoying a piece of ass.
Pity the poor Republicans. They must sit back and watch in envy as Dems rake in all the love from movie stars, rock stars — most of the celebrity “cool kids.” But when the GOP finally does land a celebrity fan, it’s this guy:
— That’s Scarlett Johansson whining to Vogue about the hacked nudes of the actress that went viral last year. Gee, Scarlett, those people had probably already seen your “…” on the cover of Vanity Fair, or in the scene below from your 2004 movie, A Love Song for Bobby Long. Terrible, isn’t it?
Yes, yes, Mr. Meteorologist, we heard you the first time when you told us that it’s a myth that twisters never strike urban areas. But what I’d like to know is this: Why don’t tornadoes ever hit skyscrapers, and what would happen if they did?
The most depressing aspect of this Dick Clark Is Dead hoopla? My nagging hunch that someday we will have to go through the entire process again when Ryan Seacrest kicks the bucket.
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