Showing posts with label Lily Allen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lily Allen. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

Cooter Suiter: One Line Thoughts for 4/21


The Rebel Force will be run by wookies. 'Nuff said.

Picture above is actually that of Iranian snipers and not wookies. But in your heart of hearts, Chewie's species don't need AKs to kick ass.

Lily Allen was on The View, essentially down-playing her real-life role as a "popwreck." I want to believe her, but I can't. That third nipple of hers is all the reason.

Apparently, The Fray likes "fish sticks" as well as the freakin' Grey's Anatomy band covers Kanye's "Heartless."

For the 10 millionth time, I will not Tweet. I refuse to do it. And, if, by God, you make me do it, I will burn your house down, pee on the ashes, burn the ashes, and take a dump on them. I mean it!

Yvonne Strahovski on Chuck provides us fanboys with the much-needed super female spy sexiness that we've sorely missed with Jennifer Garner's Sydney Bristow on Alias. Last night's episode was that proof. [Screen grabs here and video here. WARNING: White cotton panty action.]

I find a lot of irony that a Taco Bell in Indiana has been the hot bed for rampant sexual activity. The downer: it took kids who walked-in on the action in progress for the shit to be exposed. Video here.

Finally, get ready to make your own Godfather/"I got a horse head in my bed" jokes now. Story HERE.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

Lily's Genre-Bending Performance


She sho' gotta purty mouf.

Lily Allen is remarkable. The little Brit electropop tart, who seems like a cool chick to hang out with (what with all that third-nipple business and the constant display of it in interviews), causes a mindf*ck with her recent single and video "Not Fair." Lily does her best Loretta Lynn, despite all the walking around a microphone stand she does, and makes a sweet little country song about a partner's sexual inability. (Best part of the song: her spending "ages giving head" just to please the guy.) I still think this could have been a different sounding song but I think her producers put a bunch of shitty genres on cards, stuck them on a wall, threw a dart, and said, "F*ck. It's better than a German rave polka record."



If this doesn't change your disposition for Ms. Allen, then I believe her impression of Sailor Moon will. [Thanks, Tyler Durden!]