Jumped on the Adele bandwagon and have no intention of jumping off anytime soon. The song below is my favorite track off her new album. Listen carefully.
Thursday, May 5, 2011
If I didn't already love and admire his ultimate coolness and if I didn't already fully intend on purchasing and reading his new autobiography (praised by such acclaimed critics as The New York Times), this self-written description of Steven Tyler's apparent literary masterpiece totally would have won me over:
"I've been mythicized, Mick-icized, eulogized and fooligized, I've been Cole-Portered and farmer's-daughtered, I've been Led Zepped and 12-stepped. I'm a rhyming fool and so cool that me, Fritz the Cat, and Mohair Sam are the baddest cats that am. I have so many outrageous stories, too many, and I'm gonna tell 'em all. All the unexpurgated, brain-jangling tales of debauchery, sex & drugs, transcendence & chemical dependence you will ever want to hear."
Order your copy of Does the Noise in My Head Bother You?HERE.
Therefore, she's going to get a little drunk and just like Robyn, she's going to dance on her own. Doesn't matter if it's in front of a roomful of strangers. Do it, Lykke Li. DANCE IT OUT.
I hate this. I hate this video. I hate this song. This song is miserable.
I can't stop listening.
Watching the video doesn't make the song any better. Even the Skarsgard in it (Viking vampire Eric's real life daddy) doesn't help.
Somebody give this gorgeous chick a hug before I burst into tears (again). Lykke Li, why are you so sad? Your new album is fan-freaking-tastic. It's nothing to cry over.
Watch her newest video below and then listen to the entire album, Wounded Rhymes, and join in on my Lykke Li obsession.
Send me a mashup of Robyn and Whitney and you're on a roll.
Send me a mashup of Robyn and Whitney and La Roux and Taylor Swift and there's a very good chance I might fall in love with you.
The following amazingness was emailed to me earlier today and thus, my day was made. It took everything within me, and I mean everything, not to turn up the volume on my speakers at work, jump on my desk, and bust a freaking move.
To make it even better, the mashup comes with a pretty cool mashed up music video, featuring a tripped out '80s drag queen esque version of Ms. Houston.
AND as if that isn't enough, this song can be downloaded along with a slew of other cool mashups for FREE right HERE.
Titus Jones, whoever you are, you're my new favorite being. He's no Girl Talk, which I for some reason can't get enough of lately, but he's entertaining to no avail. I'll be dancing to the above mix and nothing else for at least the next week. Hope this makes your day as much as it made mine.
It's moments like this that make me miss my sister:
"I'm gunna get new sneakers this week. I have a Nike GPS on my iPhone and it maps how far I go and how quick and it saves all the data and at the end of my run Tracy Morgan gives me a compliment. If it's a new personal record, Lance Armstrong talks to me. If not, it's Tracy and he says something ridiculous like 'You got your run in. That's sweet like bear meat!' or 'You're hot like FIIIIIRE!' or 'You ran more miles this week than last. That's nice.'"
I often find myself falling in love with New York City all over again for the simplest and usually most random of reasons. Today was no exception.
Earlier tonight I was enjoying a delicious mix of margaritas and chips and guacamole at a Mexican joint on the Lower East Side with a very good friend of mine. As he told me about his plan to quit his amazing, yet non-rewarding job at a successful fashion company to pursue bartending and go-go dancing, I glanced out the window beside our table. This was likely done in an attempt to hide the fact from him that I was rolling my eyes uncontrollably. It's an impolite and nasty habit that I've been trying to break for some time now. My rolling eyes landed upon an inspiring display of graffiti so uplifting that I interrupted said friend's declaration of liberation from the world of handbags to point it out. It looked a little something like this...
An admirable city hooligan had painted "YOU GO GIRL" in thick black letters across the top of a building across the street from our restaurant. I would have taken a picture had it not been as far away as it was and had I not recently dropped my digital camera after a regrettable night of drinking my first and only Four Loko. This painted statement made my day. I wonder who the culprit was. Who felt the need to compliment and congratulate the ladies of the Lower East Side? I'd like to shake their hand.
Now, since this blog is strictly pop culture themed, I'll tell you that I think the above mentioned spray painting hooligan would have been proud of me for the purchase I made before heading to dinner. His or her "YOU GO GIRL" would have been directed at the jackpot I hit while thrift shopping with my go-go friend. I came across a pair of black oxfords poised elegantly amongst a pile of meager shoes. They immediately caught my eye and I snatched them from the table, admiring their impeccable condition and four inch heels. The saleswoman said they could be mine for a mere $15. After 3 seconds of debate, I asked her to hold them, exited the flea market, withdrew $20 from an ATM a block away, turned around, headed straight back to her and paid.
I changed into them upon arriving at the restaurant and afterwards, strutted all the way home to Brooklyn in them.
Part of the reason I love them so much is because of Taylor Swift. She's been photographed all over traipsing around in various styles of the classic shoe. And to that I say, YOU GO GIRL.
Welp, this made my Saturday. And now I'm ready to DANCE.
A friend sent it to me. A friend that knows me oh SO well. It's a mashup of Robyn's "Dancing on My Own" and Whitney Houston's "How Will I Know". It's pure genius and I'll never stop listening. To join in on my listening obsession, click on the pic below. Happy Saturday, y'all.
Daniel Desario James Franco is hands down my most favorite tweeter. His photos and videos get weirder and more frequent every day. The videos are my favorite, as they're often bizarre snippets of his day, sometimes featuring cats, sometimes featuring nothing at all.
All randomness aside, I find them to be ever so intriguing. I find myself equally entranced and confused and all the while wondering if he's on drugs or if he's just artistically amazing. Regardless, please don't stop tweeting, Daniel James.
Take a look at my favorite tweeted videos so far...
For more inside the mind of Daniel Desario James Franco, click HERE.
Last night I spent a few hours catching up on the new season of America's Next Top Model. It was painful...but entertaining, I guess. The prizes remain surprisingly whopping this season - a contract with IMG (the TOP modeling agency in the world), a spread in Vogue Italia, a contract with Cover Girl, blah, blah, blah. The girls are just as nuts as every other cycle. If you've been watching, you MUST agree with me that Alexandria is like, the worst thing you've ever seen. In the premiere she declared, "I just have a natural swag." More like a natural stick up your ass and screw loose in your head! Maybe I should re-audition. Put these crazies in their place. Eh, maybe not.
Shockingly, Tyra annoyed me less than usual. Not sure why. Maybe it's the influence Harvard is having on her. Oh, you haven't heard? Yeah, Tyra Banks enrolled in Harvard Business School. She lives in a dorm and everything. I'm not joking. Look it up.
The one welcome change came at the very beginning of season 16 (16?! HOW?!). Instead of making 30+ girls each walk in front of Tyra and the judges to plea for a place on America's silliest reality contest, Tyra already had her top 14 chosen before they arrived in LA. Tyra, however, didn't want us to forget about that not-so-crucial part in the competition, so she mocked herself and her beloved wannabe models in a sketch of sorts. Dare I say it...Tyra was actually funny. See for yourself below:
Side note: Remember that TV movie Tyra was in years ago where she was a life-size Barbie who came to life? Was Lindsay Lohan in that, too? I gotta find it...
Dear Amazon.com Customer, Customers who have shown an interest in TV on DVD and Blu-ray disc might like to know that "True Blood: The Complete Third Season" is available for pre-order on DVD or Blu-ray at Amazon.com.
Thank you, Amazon.com. Purchased.
I try to keep True Blood and it's vampiric magic as far from my brain as possible. It causes severe anxiety and a longing that aches my heart. I can't wait to watch it in Brooklyn at a bar filled with wannabe fangbangers like myself. I'd be lying if I said that wasn't part of the reason I moved to this borough.
Amazon's email put me in the mood to google True Blood season 4, all torture aside. In my searching, I found the video below. If you've read the book series, like yours truly, the scene pictured is going to make you drool. If you haven't read the book, I HIGHLY recommend doing so.
Gee, I dunno, can they? Ask Ashton Kutcher or Natalie Portman. If they aren't sure, pop the question to Mila Kunis or Justin Timberlake. What's with these movies?!
Not sure about the current path romantic comedies are taking, but one thing's certain: I'm going to love Friends with Benefits. Based on the trailer, featuring Mila Kunis yelling at Katherine Heigl to "shut up!" and the sight of Justin freaking Timberlake's pecks, I am sold. I mean, aren't you?
I'm also late to the game and so ashamed. GaGa's "Government Hooker", another song off her new album debuted at the Mugler Fall/Winter 2011 fashion show some weeks ago.
Now THIS is the GaGa I know and love. THIS is the new GaGa I've been waiting to hear. I don't hate "Born This Way", but it doesn't exactly make my heart flutter. But the amazingness below, this makes my heart screeeeeeeeam. I gotta dance to this right now.
This is the best thing to come out of Charlie Sheen's drug-induced breakdown. Actually, drug tests say he hasn't been on drugs. As you may have heard, the only drug this tiger-blooded warlock is smoking is called 'Charlie Sheen'. Thank you to FunnyorDie.com for making his debauchery tolerable. You're gonna love this:
Awwww, poor them. LET'S CELEBRATE LADIES! This is news I've been waiting to hear for YEARS. This comes just days after I read in my beloved Entertainment Weekly that Justin recently announced plans to RECORD this summer. He's single, he's making music and I! AM! CELEBRATING!
Make fun of me all you want. I still watch American Idol and I don't mind admitting it. I'm just doing what most of the rest of the country is doing on a Wednesday night. Just because you refuse to give in doesn't mean you're better than me.
Ranting aside, the contestant below and his performance of Paul McCartney's "Maybe I'm Amazed" is the reason I'm still tuning in. Watch it and then re-watch it...and then watch it one more time and tell me in the comment section how much you adore it. While watching, keep in mind that this guy, James Durbin, has Tourette's and Asperger's. Yeah, this is why I still watch Idol.
I also enjoy the wildlife hanging out in Steven Tyler's hair.
Tonight Glee celebrated sex by attempting to educate students on the matter with a leather clad Gwyneth Paltrow, singing (with that powerhouse voice of hers) "Do You Wanna Touch Me?" Neat.
Gwyneth's voice (and Will Schuester's "Kiss" - hot damn!) aside, the highlight of the episode was presented by Burt Hummel, Kurt's dad. With an empowering and endearing sex talk that could have and should have been way more awkward, Burt reminded us that he's the hero of this show. Read his words of wisdom here:
"[Sex] means something. It's doing something to your heart, to your self esteem, even though it feels like you're just having fun . . . Use it as a way to connect to another person. Don't throw yourself around like you don't matter. Because you matter, Kurt."
The only thing I dislike about the following video is the cut-off Strokes t-shirt Miley Cyrus is sporting.
I love everything else about it. This being the first time I heard their new single (I know, shame on me), I was highly impressed and now... I can't get enough.
Yeah, you heard that right. Mr. Schuster wants to make love on a rooftop in the summer rain. Could be a thousand people watchin', but he don't care!
And the mom's go wiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiild!
"Summer Rain" is the first single off Matthew Morrison's debut solo album. Apparently, Morrison wrote the song. Kinky, Schu! Not sure when the album will be released, but I'll keep you posted. I have a feeling my mom might be interested.
It's the one thing James Franco wasn't doing. With all that Oscar hosting and soap opera starring and short story writing and arm sawing, one can understand why he didn't have time to enlighten us with his 140 character-length thoughts. Alas, he has fit the Twitter-verse into his hectic schedule! Thanks, James!
For whatever reason, he mostly posts pictures and random videos and to be honest, I don't frequently have the patience to wait for these links to open on my iphone 3GS. Luckily, I chose to open one of his many URL's, maybe because it was accompanied by the caption "cat nap". Regardless, it took my breath away...
Who woulda thunk it? I discovered my new favorite band while watching The Grammy's. I'm usually on top of things like this and well aware of such things before The Grammy's. Despite my apparent slacking, I am in love with this band and their most recent and first major label album, I and Love and You, released September 2009. I know, I know, I'm waaaaay behind on this.
If you haven't listened, I suggest you do so. Their sweet folksy tracks will warm your heart and soul as winter 2011 comes to an end. Watch the video for the title track below and fall in love with their brotherly harmonies and charming lyrics as you sing along with the chorus: "Ah, Brooklyn, Brooklyn, take me in..."
I wish we could all be as bold as Santana. Say it how it is, girlfriends! You want something? Good. GO GET IT. This week, the mostly bitchy cheerleader told Sam (and his gorgeous lips) the following:
"I wants on them froggy lips and I want on them NOW."
And just like that, she got him. She stole him from his silly girlfriend and made him hers. BOOM! Wish I had the guts to say what I want to say. She may be a bee-yotch, but I admire Santana and always will.
1. My best friend's boyfriend said he won't let her hang out with my anymore if I see it.
2. My pride.
3. My pride.
4. My pride.
5. My pride.
6. My pride.
7. My pride.
8. My pride..
9. My pride.
10. My pride.
My curiosity is getting the best of me. The curiosity of my friends isn't helping, either. Last week's Glee, featuring music by Bieber, (Glee-ber?) didn't do me any good. Watching his performance at the Grammy's? He's friends with Jaden Smith? Those hoodies? That hair? He's a phenomenon and I'd like to learn how it all started. Plus, the film received mostly positive reviews. As of right now, I'm doing brunch and then Bieber (possibly in 3-D) next Sunday before the Oscars. Appropriate? I think so. There goes my pride.
In honor of the above scene and the aching of the heart that I'm currently suffering, I decided to express myself in a mixtape. To top it off, I've uploaded each of the songs to one of my favorite websites: 8tracks.com The site is a collection of thousands of homemade mixtapes - one of my most favorite things in the world - that you can listen to free of charge. My Valentine's Day mix for you is the official first uploaded mix by yours truly.
I know this is a holiday that doesn't count, created by Hallmark, designed to mostly make people feel like crap. It's silly and overrated and if anyone ever gives me a balloon on Valentines day, I'll pop it immediately. Flowers? Love 'em. Chocolates? I'll take it. But a freakin' balloon that says "Be Mine"? POP!
Everybody's (no? He's just mine?) favorite blue-eyed former LOST hunk, current villain vampire tweeted it best this morning. He said "Happy VD everyone! A corporate holiday nonetheless a conspiracy of florists and chocolatiers, but a great excuse to show love. So just hug someone!" (NOTE: If Ian Somerhalder bought me a Valentines Day balloon, I would NOT pop it.) You don't have to like the day, but there's nothing wrong with spreading a little love.
There's about 5 hours left of February 14, 2011. I'm still no ones valentine. Be mine...?
While you're contemplating the offer, click on the mixtape below for a valentine from me to you...
Thoughts? In case you're wondering, I'm in love and highly anticipating the May release of the full album. To hold yourself over until then, click below to download "Helplessness Blues" at RCRD LBL for free!
At 6 AM today, the latest GaGa masterpiece hit radio station's nationwide. And thus, I am a happy, happy, happy little monster. Gosh, I've been waiting for this. Take a listen, then play it again and again and again, throw your paws up and dance!
Ironically, this could be the reason I don't have a valentine this year. My love for Glee grows with every new performance by the goddamn Dalton Academy Warblers. Ugh.
I HATE how much I love this. The Warblers, (though undeniably creepy), continuously prove to be an excellent addition to Glee with each new episode. In this week's Valentines themed show, they offered a rendition of Sir Paul McCartney's "Silly Love Songs" (which sort of made up for the absence of Sue Sylvester).
Of course they sang this song. Oh, how these boys know the key to my heart...
You heard them: love isn't silly at all. So I'll continue loving The Warblers until they give me reason not to.
I got a letter this morning,
What do you reckon it read?
It said the (band) you love is dead.
Jack and Meg have announced the end of The White Stripes. An official statement reads: "It is for a myriad of reasons, but mostly to preserve what is beautiful and special about the band and have it stay that way." Because of this, I'm ok with the decision. I can accept the ending.
Regardless, I'm in mourning. From now 'til the "Born This Way" release on Friday, I'll listen to nothing but the Stripes. I'll strut to the beat of Meg White's drumsticks, sashay to the wailing of Jack's guitar as I live my New York City life.
How many times did I listen to Glee's fantastical version of the classic Destiny's Child ditty "Bills, Bills, Bills" today? I lost track after 16.
Keep in mind this was a back to back to back (x16) listen. As if that's not embarrassingly bad enough, I PAID to download The Warblers' version via iTunes on my iPhone while suffering through my morning at work. Despite my affection for all things pop culture-y, paying for music is unfortunately not my forte. It's too expensive and far too simple to share and illegally download. I know, I know. Arrest me!
The song only cost $1.29 and it was totally worth it. My coworker bff was listening to it on his iPod next to me (and singing along and dancing in his chair and creating quite a ruckus amongst our side of the office) and I was so jealous, I couldn't stand it. My purchase turned out to be the highlight of my day week. Not only have I mastered the lyrics to this oldie but goodie, but I've realized my new pet peeve: "triflin', good for nothin' type of brothas." Silly me, why haven't I found another? Sorry! Arrest me!
As much as I enjoyed this cover, as I did The Warblers' take on Katy Perry's "Teenage Dream" (the fastest selling Glee song EVER), there's something fishy about these boys. Agreed? Why are they so nice? Their charm upsets my stomach. All that smiling and positivity? Bull shit, I say!
Kurt needs to make a run for it asap. I know he's got the hots for Blaine (and who doesn't?), but I've got a feeling Blaine is a triflin, good for nothin' type of brotha. Run back to McKinley, Kurt! Run!
I'd love to hear your opinion. Think The Warblers are as creepy as I do? Share your thoughts in the comment section below! But first, watch and admire this performance, despite the creepiness of those red-trimmed jacket-wearing boys:
If you're young and cool and a leading lady in a band these days, you're likely paying tribute to country queen Loretta Lynn on tour.
Over the summer I witnessed Paramore's Josh and Hayley cover "You Ain't Woman Enough (To Take My Man)". To my surprise and enjoyment, Best Coast decided to mimic the honor, belting out a cover of Lynn's "Fist City" yesterday at their New York show. Both renditions were equally charming and ironically fitting for the band borrowing her lyrics. I'm into it. Ladies, note to selves: in regards to Hayley and Best Coast's Bethany, don't get in their way and don't even think about touching their men.
Some may say Best Coast's leading lady, Bethany Cosentino, has no pride the way she brutally confesses her undying love for some guy who just doesn't feel the same. Track after track on the band's debut album, (appropriately titled) Crazy For You, Bethany holds nothing back, admitting she spends her days and nights wasting away, pining over him. It's borderline whiny, obnoxious and almost embarrassing.
Others might argue that this blatant outpouring of emotion proves that she's got a lot of courage. That kind of honesty takes a lot of guts. So does being so persistent. Good for her, I guess, knowing what she wants, right? Or maybe she should move on, find someone who feels the same. But, hey. What do I know?
Bottom line is Best Coast's lyrics are fun and sweet, accompanied by plenty of oohs and aahs in all the right places. Crazy For You is a breezy bash of surfer rock that The Beach Boys would likely enjoy. I myself am a fan of the this band's ease and simplicity and the painful desire for summer that erupts in me as I sing along. I also appreciate the relate-ability of pathetic Bethany's words...
The sun was out, I thought I was fine, But then you slipped into my mind.
Cute, right?
What killllllssssss me about Bethany is she's so convinced that she and this guy are perfect for each other and that they should undoubtably be together. She makes it sound like him accepting her love and fulfilling all her hoping and wishing and dreaming is the simplest thing in the world. I love that. I also despise that. I hate it because while listening to her, all I think is, damn she sounds like me. The worst lines pop up at the end of 'Each and Every Day', my favorite track thus far:
Every day I wake up and I thank the stars above, For sending me a man who I can really love, If only I could convince you to feel the same way,
We could be so very happy each and every day, each and every day, each and every day.
PATHETIC. Bethany, that's not love! How could you truly love him, knowing he doesn't love you? I need to stop this rant before it goes any further. I could continue for days. Instead, I'll provide you with two of Best Coast's official music videos. They're fun and adorable. One's directed by cats. The other features the king of the golden arches.
Perhaps I'll get the chance to discuss my issues with Best Coast's boy troubles when I see them tomorrow night at Webster Hall. Ha!
I have a new mantra: Don't be a drag, just be a queen. All hail GaGa.
Yesterday mother monster released the lyrics to her upcoming single "Born This Way" via Twitter. Who would have thought lyrics could create such a commotion? Never underestimate this woman. GaGa tweeted the following at 2:28 PM:
At 2:47 PM she proudly announced this:
Less than 20 minutes later #bornthiswaylyrics was THE NUMBER ONE TRENDING TOPIC WORLDWIDE. No wonder there's a college course about her effect on pop culture. In case you're not up to speed on all that is GaGa, "Born This Way" is the title track off her second full-length album since 2008's The Fame. Praise the Lord! Its been long enough. The single debuts February 13th. MARK IT ON YOUR CALENDAR! SET AN ALARM! ALERT YOUR FRIENDS! On the evening of the 13th, she'll perform at the Grammy's, thus making this day the most anticipated day of my 2011 so far. Try and beat it. I dare you. Of course, there's a countdown to the event all little monsters are craving over at GaGa's website. At the time of this entry, it looked a bit like this:
Check out the full lyrics to "Born This Way" below and try not to scream and shout and rip your hair out. Patience is a virtue!
It doesn't matter if you love him, or capital h-i-m Just put your paws up 'Cause you were born this way, baby My mama told me when I was young We are all born superstars She rolled my hair and put my lipstick on In the glass of her boudoir "there's nothin wrong with lovin who you are" She said, "'cause he made you perfect, babe" "so hold your head up girl and you'll go far, Listen to me when I say" Chorus: I'm beautiful in my way 'Cause god makes no mistakes I'm on the right track baby I was born this way Don't hide yourself in regret Just love yourself and you're set I'm on the right track baby I was born this way Baby I was born this way Baby I was born this way Ooo there ain't no other way Baby I was born- I'm on the right track baby I was born this way Don't be a drag -just be a queen Don't be a drag -just be a queen Don't be a drag -just be a queen Don't be! Give yourself prudence And love your friends Subway kid, rejoice your truth In the religion of the insecure I must be myself, respect my youth A different lover is not a sin Believe capital h-i-m (hey hey hey) I love my life I love this record and Mi amore vole fe yah (love needs faith)
Repeat chorus Don't be a drag, just be a queen Whether you're broke or evergreen You're black, white, beige, chola descent You're lebanese, you're orient Whether life's disabilities Left you outcast, bullied, or teased Rejoice and love yourself today 'Cause baby you were born this way No matter gay, straight, or bi, Lesbian, transgendered life I'm on the right track baby I was born to survive No matter black, white or beige Chola or orient made I'm on the right track baby I was born to be brave Repeat chorus I was born this way hey! I was born this way hey! I'm on the right track baby I was born this way hey!
James Franco & Anne Hathaway, the 2011 Oscar hosts
With the 83rd annual Oscar Awards just a little over a month away, nominees were announced this morning. The list of Best Picture noms isn't surprising anyone. In case you haven't heard, the nominees are:
Black Swan
The Fighter
Inception
The Kids Are Alright
The King's Speech
127 Hours
The Social Network
Toy Story 3
True Grit
Winter's Bone
I haven't seen all of the above and therefore, have no right whatsoever to offer my opinion on which film should take home the gold. However, this is my blog and I do what I want. In a perfect world, Toy Story 3 wins. Tell me you don't have the same wish. Tell me!
The King's Speech received the most nominations with 12, and will probably win a hearty handful of awards, which just annoys me. I can't understand the appeal of Colin Firth. He bores me to tears unless he's being chased in the falling snow by a lunatic in tighty whities (named Bridget Jones).
If Toy Story can't pull through, I'll be satisfied if The Social Network takes home the Best Picture prize. Based on its success at the Golden Globes, it's a likely possibility. The movie about Facebook certainly kicks ass.
I recently flew through season one of Community. GET ON THIS SHOW, if you haven't already. It's the funniest, most adorable, most endearing sitcom I've enjoyed in a long time.
I could rave about it for days, but I won't do that just yet. For now, I'd simply like to point out that I wouldn't mind if every episode featured Jeff Winger (Joel McHale) in nothing but his striped briefs. HOLY HELL. Be still my heart!
Wonder what it's like having Ashton Kutcher as a dad? Check out the video below of the former Michael Kelso and his step-daughter, Scout (daughter of Demi and Bruce), singing a lovely little ditty they co-wrote about coffee.
Seriously, who's idea was this and why can I not have a job that requires such creativity?
This week on Late Night, Jimmy Fallon invited guest Ashton Kutcher to play a game he called "Water War". It's just like the card game, War, but the winner of each round gets to throw a full glass of water in the other player's face.
Ashton won the first round and gladly soaked Jimmy.
Jimmy beat him in the second card flip. **When watching the video below, please pay special attention to how demonically excited Jimmy is to throw water in Ashton's face. It's uh-mazing.**
Unfortunately, Jimmy lost in every other round of the ridiculous game and got face-full after face-full after face-full of water.
For whatever reason, this stupid segment brought me into such a fit of hysterics that I watched it and then immediately rewound it and watched it again. Alone. Laughing my ass off. Enjoy, friends. Let me know what you think.
