CHRISTINA!

Bring me the laundry basket!*

*This phrase grew from the infamous line in Mommie Dearest where Joan yells, "Christina! Bring me the axe!" into something my last housemate in San Francisco and I used to say to each other when we ran across a picture of some hot guy. It started out as "Bring me a sock!" [to jerk off in], but if the guy was super hot it became into "Bring me the laundry basket [full of socks]!"

Skank

My prediction? Dead by 30 from a drug overdose, or more likely, a self-inflicted accidental gunshot wound, since he's apparently trying to be all gangsta these days…

Which of course, is laughable.

Hey Justin, reality called. Your fifteen minutes is up.

The One Where…

…I had an almost sex dream last night featuring Seth Rogen. Yes, that Seth Rogen.

And by almost sex dream, I mean there was making out and some boner rubbing through our pants but no nekkid man-on-man action. Unfortunately.

I have no idea where this came from because I don't think I've ever seen any of Seth's movies, but obviously he's made a some kind of an impression on a subconscious level.

And seriously, can you blame me? He is rather adorkable.