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Nope, Nothing's Sacred

I hate to roam into the gossip world, but Defamer made me laugh out loud (that's LOL to you kids reading), so I had to share.  Their snarky comment on the following events were classic.

If you haven't heard (and shame on you, by the way) some woman hooked up with Vince Vaughn around the time he and Jennifer Aniston broke up.  (I can't believe I'm typing these words.  I need to go shower.)  She wrote an email about her evening o' fun to her friends, and obviously, it blew up on the Internets.

She responded today which included this passage:

"What happened to me these past weeks was unfortunate, yes, but I am certainly not alone. Every day in the media, people are criticized, demeaned, and laughed at without rationale. We take pleasure in hating celebrities and public figures for no reason other than that it makes for good entertainment and money-making outlets. There are more Web sites and magazine articles dedicated to hating and gossiping about Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton than to informing young people about the crisis in Sudan, or the conflicts in Lebanon. We follow Britney's first nights out without Kevin more closely than we follow America's first female Speaker of the House. Is this really where we want the priorities of our culture to lie? Will the time ever come when our concern for the evolution of our world is greater than our obsession with others' personal matters?"

Well, Defamer was NOT about to let that go.  They wrote what I would describe as... the perfect response:

"She very may well have a point about this country's untoward obsession with every tabloid-documented celebutard gossip-fart over important world affairs [Ed.note--Research intern: Is Sudan the place that Clooney goes or where Angelina buys orphans? Or both? Also: Has this Speaker lady ever flashed her cooter getting out of a limo? Let me know.], but we have a question of our own for the collegiate cultural critic: Does Vince smell like Old Spice and licorice drops? We always kinda hoped he would."

Fred Claus Trailer

I don't know how long this Vince Vaughn character can last... you know the one from Wedding Crashers and The Break Up, who talks fast and is strangely bitter, but this trailer for Fred Claus (in November 2007, mind you) is just hilarious.

Here's the direct link to the trailer.

Vince Vaughn Round Up

With The Break-Up opening this weekend, it must be time for the snarky blogs to turn their attention to Mr. Vaughn, who (as avid readers will remember) I believe deserved an Academy Award nomination for his turn in Wedding Crashers.  I'm not kidding.

Anyhow, not only is this Imaginary Interview with Vince Vaughn absolutely hilarious...

Hyperactive? Who’s hyperactive? Are you hyperactive, ‘cause I think you are just jumping around like a regular Mexican jumping bean firing off questions left and right and not letting old Vince get a word in edgewise! I mean, hell man, if you want this interview over just say the word and I’ll take this [slaps own ass] sweet thing right out the door – last thing you see. Or maybe I’ll just sprinkle a couple lines on this table and we get down to business. Your choice.

... but I think I may have just found my new favorite blog, The Jay.  Great sense of humor, along with fantastic attitude.  Go back and read his Oscar recap.

Where was I?  Yes, the Jay asks the eternal question, "Do You Speak Vince Vaughnese?" and includes so many Vince Vaughn quotes, you may end up losing your whole day reading this one:

“You and I both know I’m a phenomenal dancer!”

“Dorothy Mantooth is a saint! You understand me? Dorothy Mantooth is a saint!”

“I hate you, Ron Burgundy! I hate you! But damn, if I don’t respect you.”

VV: “Whoa. Whoa. Why the F-ing? Why in front of the kid? All ya gotta do is say “earmuffs” to him, and you can say anything, “Fuck, shit, bitch.”
Frank the Tank: “Cock. Balls.”
VV: “I’m just trying to make a point, Frank. You don’t have to celebrate it.”

“John, I was first team All-State. I can put the ball anywhere I want to. I’ll make it rain out here.”

“There’s nothing wrong with letting the girls know that you’re money and that you want to party.”

“Well why don’t you give me your number in case anything happens to my wife.”

VV: “There’s someone out there for everybody.”
Owen: “You think?”
VV: “Absolutely. In some cases, there’s two somebody’s for one person. I like to call that “the jackpot”.”