Induce Vomiting Now

Ok. Ok. Bashing Spencer and Heidi has become so out of style and so overrated that it has become the Tamagachi of this decade. You know, those stupid ass digital pets you feed and play with and it dies when you over feed it. You know, just like the media overfeeding the Pratts' superbloated ego. But, my God, have you even sat down one moment to hear them speak?

Here's their appearance on Jimmy Fallon:

I had to quit after about a minute in the interview because I was totally feeling this morning's breakfast burrito coming up. Too late.

(**Pause from bloated vomitice)

And if that weren't enough, Spencer might be on a warpath with "weatherman" Al Roker, after Monday's Today Show in which Roker pressed Heidi about being "proud" of what they did on I'm a Celebrity...

And here's Spencer's mega douchey response. I think I could die from all of this. Could anyone die from over douchieness?

Kathie Lee 'Celebrates' Cinco De Mayo

Pinata + Kathie Lee Gifford + Stick = The release of 15 years of pent up emotion

Kathy Lee es muy loco!

So I'm forced, somewhat, to watch part of the fourth hour of The Today Show, or as I like to call it, Elasticity Hour, at work every day. But something caught my eye this particular fake Mexican Independence Day. In fire-breathing style, the former half of the Live with Regis & Kathie Lee show did some damage on a pinata, you know, as part of the diversity shown by NBC Universal. [No usable embeds. TMZ has the video.]

The best part about this was that you could see the pain Mrs. Gifford carried over the last decade-plus come out in this short instance of televised mock-violence. Let's count it up: Her husband cheats. She gets passed over on her own nationally-acclaimed morning talk show. She finds no work. And the only work she can find is to slap on a fake smile next to a news nobody every weekday on the lowest-rated hour of a nationally televised morning show on the fourth place TV network. Gifford's getting old too. This is her interpretive way of beating aging to death...through a donkey-molded pinata.

Moral: don't f*ck with Kathie Lee Gifford. She'll cut ju', mang!