Showing posts with label Donald Trump. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Donald Trump. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Because Donald Trump Is So Gorgeous!!!

Sir Ginger Combover Red Dye #69 Snapper Donald Trump shot a steaming wad from his piehole, attacking Arianna Huffington for whatever reason. He thinks her husband was right to leave her because she's an uggo. Funny, he said this right around the time Dishcat took a steamer on the carpet and called it breakfast. The hole in the ozone widened just a little more, just as polls laughed at his idea to run for President in 2016. SGC's wives, surely, love him for his poetic soul and daunting charisma, the way his stormy eyes glisten when he sees a child hugging a stuffed bear. It's not the money. He is a beautiful man inside and out*.

Bachelor Pad Observation: The best part about this show is the burgeoning love between evil Kalon and sweet Lindzi. The next best thing is watching the Mensa candidates participate in a spelling bee. What dastardly beings these producers are! Lastly, Ed is a tool. I think we've all dated several versions of him. A faux hawk at his age = lame.

DD Update: They've canceled Ohio gig, which is so understandable. If you're sick, it's the last place you want to be.** Get better, Nick Rhodes. If you have that nasty sore throat/chest/streppy thing, it takes weeks to recover, but a Z-pack antibiotic will wipe out the worst of it. Take a flashlight to the throat for advanced entertainment.

Roger Moore's favorite bond is Daniel Craig. Dish's too! Though Roger is #2 for me.

*NOT!

**Please, PC police and residents of Ohio, allow Dish her hatred of Ohio. It's based on years of concrete experience, including birth which my parents couldn't help. At least I was born in the USA.

Ps. Arianna is hot. And way powerful.

Monday, March 19, 2012

The Plastic Surgery Is Out of Control!

TG and I settled in for a nice cozy viewing of Entertainment Tonight. Someone resembling Nancy O'Dell sat in the anchor seat. It sounded like her. Sort of seemed like her but no way was it my favorite blond perkfest of yore. She must have had major work done in the facial area--and she was cute as bug's ear as is. I guess it's part of the job but I'm so glad I can look like crap and remain employed.

Speaking of old fogeys, when will sports teams ever learn? So Peyton Manning, whom I adore, might be going to the Denver Broncos, which means Tebow may be traded. Does this make sense? Bring in injured, aging players to replace younger stars of tomorrow? The Yankees are doing the same thing bringing Andy Pettite back to pitch. Can't they do as Hollywood does and look for younger talent on the rise? Let's Moneyball this.

Donald Trump is dissing Rosie again. She got him good on The View oh so long ago, but his words of her not keeping a job echo in ad finitum et nauseam. When she got fired from Oprah, the first thing I thought was that Trump's prophecy seemed to be coming true. I call a major bonfire to exorcise Trump's bad juju and make Rosie a glorious being filled with light.

In happy news, Josh Lucas got hitched. My wish for him is 1. that he is blissful in his marriage. 2. that he's cast as Matthew McConaughey's brother since they are identical (though Josh looks as if he bathes).

Thursday, February 02, 2012

Matt Bomer and Darren Criss to sing Duran Duran Mashup on Glee!

My mitral valve prolapse went apemonkeys with flutters, shivers and profuse sweating. Dish knew it was only a matter of time that Ryan Murphy--who is stuck in the 80s--would use Duran Duran since they are the 80s. And what better duo to cover these geniuses? Darren and Matt will do the boys proud. Cannot wait to squeal and hyperventilate.

I'm not sure if you saw the cover of today's Post but it made Dish LOL in the crosswalk. Gisele emailed her friends to pray for Tom be in good health for the Superbowl. Please ask God for him to win! Please, Lord! I don't like to imagine two beautiful people *not* getting what they want, so a Patriots loss might be ugly. Screw that, Giants all the way!

I learned today that Mitt Romney isn't worried about the very poor. Making him even more attractive, he was endorsed by Trump. That's New England sarcasm.