I know, especially because all of these moves seem to be for higher ranking, better paying positions. It’s almost like they are trying to advance their careers.

No, it’s Becky.

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yeah, he figured out how to sell his awakening. That’s why he smiles in the last shot.

John Oliver is providing a necessary public service. By doing these long form pieces, he’s actually making people give a shit, rather than just laughing and moving on.

Method Man, if you are reading this, I grew up keeping kosher so I understood what you meant about the hands right away! We are destined for each other! (Even though you are only my fifth favorite Wu Tang member.)

That is awful. My sympathies. But at least he is not your father (or mine).

Oh, my favorite one!

I used to work for the tabloids, so it’s not a question of if I have a story, but which one I tell the Jezzies.
There was the time Dave Navaro refused to be interviewed unless I gave him a blow-job. He had just married Carmen Electra.
There was the time on a red carpet that a very drunk Gary Busey asked me how, a…

my parents were craft service on that show “Method and Red” on FOX. As like a 16 year old (I’m 27 now), I would frequently come and work doing craft service shit for them unofficially, and unpaid on whatever show they were working on. I did it as a favor to them, but also I was coming out to see friends in LA that I…

You will want to consult the latest edition of Shade Court. Be thankful you weren’t Madonna.

More like “stories”. Every horrid high maintenance thing terrible restaurant customers do, she did. From insane good requests to tantrums over getting the table she wanted, she did it all for years. I can’t see her on tv without experiencing PTSD.

Bill Walton used to live on the same street as me in Cambridge. I never saw him, though my sister did. She was heading down into the Porter Sq. T station and was struck by the grotesquely tall man in front of her, until she became star struck, realizing it was Bill Walton. In a daze, she kept trying to walk thru the…

So this isn’t really the celebrity being a dick, but I love this story. When I was studying abroad in Spain in 2007, Superbad had just come out the summer before, and it was opening in Spain in October. McLovin and Jonah Hill were at a club that my friend and I were going to for her birthday; we were leaving for…

Bob Saget did standup at my College in 2008 on the heels of The Aristocrats. When I was standing in line for the bathroom, he cut in front of me, turned around, said, “Sorry, sugartits, gotta make a splash” and slammed the door in my face.

I DON’T HAVE ANY BAD CELEB STORIES AND I’M SAD.

Yes, of course we do.

First of all, I’ve already ruled on a case that I was involved in when my wonderful grandmother shaded the hell out of me.

Hah I’ve come to the right place. I pop open a GoT beer (it’s called three-eyed raven, I recommend it) during GoT, then the 3 mins before Mad Men starts I make myself a nice Old Fashioned. Perfect way to end the week and get your mind right for Monday.

I don’t have much to add, because this is great, but I will say this: I was really struck by the fact that, in facing down her death, Betty showed more of a level head, less selfishness, and more maturity than she had ever had before. It made me so sad and so proud of her, in a way. I just thought she was showing true…