The superhero group The Superficial Friends is made up of Lindsay Lohan, Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, and the Olsen Twins. In this episode, they find themselves lured into the lair of diabolical fanboy Harry Knowles (the awful writer from Ain't It Cool News). First, he threatens to write a bad review of Lindsay's latest film, and then reveals he just wants to turn them into love slaves.
This is one of her toned down looks.
I'm starting to get nervous about Paris Hilton's faux campaigning for the presidency. I mean, she's consulting with faux West Wing president Martin "Josiah Bartlet" Sheen about her "pre-party for a party she's throwing before the after-party," and she already has a nickname for foreign policy — "fo po." Be afraid, people!
The rich and famous aren't like you and me. They get to have faces in Life & Style magazine.
If the font here is "indicativé" of anything, musicians are the most worthwhile artists, whereas world-renown artistic innovators are — éh. . .
First of all, his birthday was yesterday, March 19th. (Better late than never.) How do I know? A little sketch comedy troupe whispered it in my ear and sent this video in tribute.
Ever wanted to play Frankenstein with Hollywood's leading ladies? Some computer whiz did just that. He cut and pasted together a few of the best facial features on Angelina Jolie, Catherine Zeta-Jones, Keira Knightley, and Charlize Theron to create the Hollywood ideal: Catheinize Zightly-Jeliens.
Sixty-eight percent of Australia's population admits to suffering from some sort of celebrity worship. I'm sure the percentage of celeb-obsessed Americans is comparable, if not greater. But who wouldn't want to join the movement to bring Sexy Back?
When celebs go M.I.A. and start canceling appearances, they usually blame it on extreme "exhaustion." This is fitting, cuz it happens to be the laziest (and lamest) excuse in the book.