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One fateful night, Refined Taste and Youthful Abandon got drunk and did the nasty. The condom broke and they made a baby. That's us, and we're The Shit.

The Hot Shit

We, too, once swam over 3,000 miles down the Amazon. Except it was more like the Willamette, for ten miles, and we actually didn't leave the boat. But the delirium thing definitely happened.

So no one besides us remembers that one Travis Morrison song where he sings about whales, but this kind of reminds us of that. Except more hilarious. Good song topics for Rivers Cuomo: lesbians, animals. Bad topics: Beverly Hills, animals.

Word's don't—nay, can't—describe. Apparently Jeezy even ad-libs in interviews.

Gee, this totally doesn't make up for the fact that Paddy still hasn't finished the third volume of his memoirs.

It's definitely about the free booze.

So now he's picking on girls? We are convinced that The Game has become the Hank Kingsley of hip hop.

Martha Stewart is so powerful that she sends Jews to Hell.

UPDATE: We don't know what to believe in this whole Keef matter.

Oh, Keef. What have you come to? Oh wait, you've been this way for over 30 years.

$%*(&@#! MOVABLE TYPE I WILL KILL YOU!!!!

Hold Me Closer Tony Danza

Cultural critic = bullshit artist. It's an equation that even empirically-challenged Pauline Kael readers can wrap their McLuhan-addled minds around, and perhaps none better than Boston Globe writer James Parker. He tackled the aesthetics of karoke just in time for the New Year, and with high-minded results. Hilarity ensues:

The heart of the karaoke performer swells: Into this vacancy he must project his beautiful essence, his soul. He -- or she (karaoke knows no gender) -- may be emboldened or confused by alcohol; wild with a private grief; or, worst of all, suffering from a genuine desire to excel before his peers. Regardless, in the performance that ensues, something will be brought to light.

We're pretty sure that Parker shouldn't get paid to publish this, and certainly not by a supposedly Serious Newspaper; but he gives us hope. Also a desire to get fucked up and belt out "Livin' on a Prayer." You know, in public, for once. The inspired may wish to brush up on their karaoke etiquette here.

'This One Goes Out...' [Boston Globe]
Picking the Right Karaoke Song - The Fine Art [Something Requisitely Witty and Urbane]

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