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Don't Have a Mother's Day Gift Yet?

GiggleSugar — Sun, 11 May 2008 03:00:00 -0700

Have no fear, Clay Aiken is here! What woman wouldn't want the face of Aiken creepily staring in her direction on Mother's Day? Clay has the voice of an angel and the fine flowing hair of a prized little pony. The man is perfection made manifest, and your mother deserves nothing less. Just visit the website to sign Mom up for a greeting. She'll receive a timely message in her inbox, and read more

Mom will be directed to Clay's website where he'll sing a song just for her (!!!) and let her know, in a half-ass sentimental way, the following:

Clay Aiken's Monday Musical Interlude

GiggleSugar — Mon, 09 Jul 2007 04:00:00 -0700

Any Clay Aiken fans out there? After this, maybe not. Watch as he butchers "Baby Got Back," "Like A Virgin" and (gulp) Britney's "...Baby One More Time." Yikes. (Thanks, Best Week Ever!)

The Tougher Side Of Clay Aiken

GiggleSugar — Mon, 18 Jun 2007 09:50:00 -0700

Clay Aiken's mad as hell and he's not gonna take it anymore! He shows up on "Jimmy Kimmel Live" to give him what for after being the butt of numerous jokes. Who knew he was so butch? I think I'm a Claymate for the first time ever...

Come Story Telling with me!!! The Completed Story

DearSugar — Sun, 03 Jun 2007 08:22:09 -0700

I hope you all enjoyed this new feature as much as I did! Your wild imaginations made for a great story line! To read the completed tale you all helped create, read more

As I saw her walking through the Starbucks' door, my heart started to pound and my hands started to sweat. Did she really do it? Did she shave her head? While we all knew her hair would eventually fall out, I never expected her to shave her head before she even started treatment. She's so courageous, marching around town with a shaved head. I mean, I would hide it behind a Missoni head scarf or something. I can't believe she actually has cancer and she is dealing with it in such an admirable way. I've known her all my life and I can't confront it the way she has. What would I say? Nice new look? How's facing death? Before I had time to think, she spotted me, trotted over, and said you know what? It's all an act. I hate my job, I'm sleeping with my boss, and I didn't know how else to get out of going to work. How do I get out of this big hole I dug for myself? "With a wig, apparently" I said as I tried to process the information she just divulged. "I had no idea you were so vain and sleeping with your boss, Clay Aiken. You're going to have to retire from being his backup dancer unless you can figure out what's actually going on in this story that seems to make sense."

She gave me a strange look and then suddenly I awoke, in a panic. I was alone in the middle of an an abandoned warehouse with a huge bruise on my throbbing head. A blinding light shone on me and then he bangs on the table and shouts " TELL ME" "TELL ME, I KNOW YOU WHERE THEY ARE KEEPING IT" And, "CUT", yelled the director. I immediately sat up from the warehouse set floor where I was lying. "Tell me," the director said, "what were you thinking when you were having the bad dream?" "Oh I made this crazy story up about a friend of mine having cancer, and than sleeping with Clay Aiken it was really odd motivation for this scene I know..."

"Well whatever works! You were wonderful!" Watch out Lindsay and Mischa, there's another starlet on the block. Boy deciding to take this movie role about the scarred, raped, and tortured girl was sure starting to pay off. I mean just this morning before shooting began I was having my doubts about this. Before I moved out to LA, people always told me to be skeptical of criminals posing as "movie producers", waiting to take advantage of wanna be starlets hoping to be discovered. I'd heard horror stories of women being abused and taken advantage of. Thinking of those stories, a chill creep ed up my back. I looked around and realized I was alone in a warehouse with men I'd just met yesterday. I wondered if I'd been just a little too taken with their constant flattery to realize that I, too, could be a potential victim. Maybe I should have signed a contract, I thought to myself as I remembered Brad Pitt was my co star and realized that I didn't really care if there was a signed contract! Besides, hes flirting with me lots and this is my one chance to be the huge glamorous film star I've always wanted to be. I cant back out now! I've just seen that huge mansion I want to buy in the Hollywood Hills, the one that is next door to Health Ledger and Michelle Williams. I mean think about it: I'll ask Jen from Dawson's for butter while I'm baking, how fabulous! Now on to what needs to get done: hair and makeup! As I walked back to my trailer enjoying the brisk morning air I noticed that there was a note taped on my door with my name written across the front. Excitedly wondering what it said, I peeled it off and carefully opened it because it looked like the paper itself was worth a mere million dollars. "You looked beautiful on set today," the note read. I stared at it and wondered who it was from because the note wasn't signed and there was no name inscribed to the back of the note like most exec's here in Hollywood...not even a fingerprint!

Suddenly my dressing room door jerked open almost hitting me in the face, and Michelle leaned out to say "watch out!!" . At that moment, I was struck from behind by crew members riding in a golf cart. The next thing I remember was waking up in my hospital bed and my head was throbbing AGAIN!. My room was filled with flowers from all of my adoring fans and two guards were blocking the paparazzi from taking pics. When I looked up, there was a young, handsome doctor standing over me. With a concerned look, he leaned down, took my hand and said it's bad news-- you have to have a brain transplant but before we start can I have your autograph, my sister would kill me if I didn't get it, plus it would be worth a lot in time since you are the first actress in Hollywood to have such major surgery, apart from Micheal Jackson of course! "Yes, of course". I signed my name and handed back his clipboard. Just then my mother burst through the door and screamed ...... DARLING!! What are you wearing?!? And OK, OK. Yes. I was playing the part of a hooker. But it's a great paying job and an incredible experience and Julia Roberts did it and look where it got her.

I guess my mother wasn't used to seeing me look so grown up. I hadn't seen her since last Christmas when she invited herself to spend the holidays with me and my wonderful boy friend. sadly, after a week with my mother, my boy friend was no longer my boy friend. Now here was my dear mother playing fashion police and Emily Post when I needed Florence nightingale. My head was throbbing, my vision was blurry. Was that my mother!? or was it my ex-lover from college, you know, when I was experimenting? Who can tell right now. Did that doctor really say a brain transplant? Did I sign on to star in a daytime soap opera and not realize it? I just needed to shut my eyes and think, and make this throbbing stop. As I slowly opened my eyes I noticed another note similar to the one I had found on my trailer door right before the golf cart accident. I used all of my energy to pick up the beautiful paper and slide it open. My eyes blurred as I tried to read what was written, focus I told myself. I blinked and the writing became clear. It said 'Even bruised from the accident, you are beautiful. I will be waiting for you after surgery.' The note was again unsigned. Who could possibly be waiting for me? I thought. Who knew of the accident? My head hurt too much to think. I laid back and closed my eyes. That's when I felt a hand run down my chest and something cold placed over my heart. What was going on? I opened my eyes and saw my doctor. Dr. Derek Shepard. He asked me to breathe in slowly because he was making sure my lungs and heart were OK. He spoke softly and said "Meredith will you tell Izzy that she needs to scrub in on this?" Wait what did I just hear? Meredith? Izzy? Dr. Shepard? This isn't real! There's no way I am a patient on Grey's Anatomy. I shot up out of what was apparently a deep 4 minute sleep and realized I was in an empty hospital room and had horrible pain in my back and head from moving so abruptly. I groaned and gingerly lowered myself back onto the bed. As I lay there, head throbbing as though it had continuously throbbed since this whole debacle began, I began to panic. How much of what had happened in the last few days was real? How much of it was a delusion? Had it even been days? For all I knew, it could have been hours or months.

Just as the first stinging tears threatened to trickle down my cheeks, I heard a footstep in the hall. I froze. Who could it be? Will it be the nurse with syphilis, or George? No, this is crazy. I can't be on Grey's anatomy. The footsteps stop, and there is a shadow in my doorway. I say "hello?" but I realize I have no voice! What if I need to scream? What if i need to ask for help? My heart is pounding like a 5 year old with a drum set, and then the person emerges from the hallway. I gasp because my asthma had kicked in. I looked over to my window and noticed a lovely, flowering tree outside accompanied by the grating sound of a lawn mower. I said, to myself, "yay, allergies!" because remember, I can't talk. And now I can't breathe. I want to laugh because really, if I separated myself from my situation it's funny to see how powerless I am when just two months ago I had gotten to level 99 on my favorite video game. But anyway, the person that had walked in told me she wanted to give me a sponge bath. I looked closer and realized she was the person who had been writing me notes all day. I was right, all the nerves about not signing the contact, after going through this nightmare of a day... well it was all worth it when I realized it was my co-star writing me those notes, waiting for me in the hallway, and most importantly, waiting to give me a sponge bath! I waved him in the the rest in history!

Giggle Links

GiggleSugar — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 12:00:57 -0700

Claymates rejoice! The Clay Aiken singing angel music box will delight your senses. - Gallery of the Absurd
Best news ever: Douchebag replaces dumbass as favorite insult. - Holy Taco
That Oprah - always drunk dialing after a few too many. - College Humor
When corporate parodies go bad: We built this Starbucks on bad '80s music. - Spike
Competitive advantage? Olympian Michael Phelps looks like the lion from Bedknobs and Broomsticks. - World of Wonder
Anyone for a game of passive-aggressive Pictionary? (NSFW) - Comedy
Fascinating: eight everyday words with naughty origins. - Cracked
This one-armed guitarist doubly rocks. - Stupid Videos

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Is It Ever OK To Touch Someone's Face Without Consent?

DearSugar — Wed, 22 Nov 2006 15:21:44 -0800

The other day on Live, Clay Aiken was co-hosting with Kelly Ripa while Regis was away. In the middle of an interview, Clay put his hand over Kelly's mouth. Not only was she disgusted by his germs, but she was irritated that he hushed her.

I feel that your face is a very personal space that isn't meant for others to invade without permission. Do you feel that it is alright to do what Clay did and touch another's face without consent?

Giggle Links

GiggleSugar — Fri, 26 Oct 2007 12:00:00 -0700

I wish these Self-Help Books were real! -Radar
The 10 Craziest Competitive Sports (You Never Heard Of) - One Mans Blog
If men had breasts, they'd appreciate them. - FitSugar
This imitation brand missed the point when choosing an imitation name for itself. - College Humor
Clay Aiken: just in time for Halloween! - Gallery of the Absurd
A note from the doctor: guyspeak translation. - eBaum's World
J-Hud's Oscar-winning song gets turned into a child's anti-abandonment plea. - Best Week Ever
Nobody's perfect: except Cornelius here. -Itty Bitty Kitty Committee

GiggleSugar Best Of The Week

GiggleSugar — Sat, 14 Jul 2007 04:00:00 -0700

Jessica: the luckiest hippo ever.
This is one hot otter! Shake it, mama!
Police officer saves the day! Or not.
The Little Mermaid wanted to be human, but do you know the real reason why?
Gang 'O Puppies. As intimidating as it sounds.
Friends don't let friends commit these crimes against the English language.
Let's just rename "Extreme Makeover: Home Edition"..."I'm Nice!!"
Clay Aiken gives the performance of his career. Hee, hee, hee.

Mascot Look-alikes

GiggleSugar — Wed, 13 Jun 2007 10:41:33 -0700

I'm glad I'm not the only one who thinks everyone looks like someone (or thing) else. Some folks over at rivalfish keep seeing resemblances between sports mascots and stars. What do you think?

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(Tampa Bay Buccaneer Bucco Bruce & Orlando Bloom, Minnesota Viking & Hulk Hogan, The Biliker & Clay Aiken, The Wake Forest Demon Deacon & Christopher Lloyd, Chicago Bull & Harrison Ford, Oakland Raider & #2 from Austin Powers, Charlotte Hornet & Mary-Kate Olsen)