Author: Jason Thompson (Page 52 of 67)

DVD sniffing dogs are gonna bust ya

Lucky and Flo are on your asses and will be sniffing out illegal DVDs you’re shipping to the UK (scroll down to May 8th news for article). My question is how does an illegal DVD smell different from a legit one? Per the article,

“Raymond Leinster, Director General of FACT added, “This is the first time dogs have been used anywhere in the world to search for counterfeit DVDs and the results were amazing. With the cooperation and assistance of FedEx and Customs we were able to properly test the dogs in a live situation and prove that they can work in a busy working environment.”

Damn dogs stealing perfectly good human jobs. Again.

Carrot Top – so much scarier now

Last night I was watching “The Late Late Show” and Carrot Top was a guest. Now we all know the guy has had some scary plastic surgery on his face, but now the dude looks like he’s been eating nothing but steroids. His arms are huge now, and well…it’s just fucking scary. So let’s take a trip down memory lane with photos of CT from the “normal” looking days to the current freak show.

And for an even scarier look at the new look…just hit this link for some juiced photos.

And in other Ratner news…

Hugh Jackman about shit his pants when he thought he had blown up Brett Ratner’s house. Lucky for him it was just another “Punk’d” moment thanks to Ratner and Ashton Kutcher. Oh my, Ashton. How long will your hijinks last? Isn’t it about serious time you left us all alone and got into making something like “Dude, Where’s My Talent?” OK, to be fair, I did like Kutchy on the earlier seasons of “That ’70s Show” and actually do own “Dude, Where’s My Car?” But ever since the whole “Punk’d” thing, I couldn’t care less. It’s been Kutchy overload. “The Butterfly Effect” was sheer retarded crap. But Ashton was pretty good in his “Robot Chicken” moment when a Tivo took over his character’s life.

Lohan pops her top

Ah, it’s nice to be writing about our It girl again. This time Ms. Lohan is in the news because she discovered director/”friend” Brett Ratner in bed with his girlfriend. OK, what part of that makes no sense at all? That’s right, kids, the whole damn enchilada. Where exactly did she find the two in bed, and what was she doing there, anyway? Well, if it was her pad, understandable, but something tells me it probably wasn’t. Still, this new news can tie in with the dream I had of Lindsay this morning where she was hanging out with me and some friends. We were all drinking mad 40s and I said to her, “Hey, let’s make out.” She replied, “OK, sure.” Then I woke up thanks to one of my cats purring as loudly as possible in my ear.

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