Saturday, August 30, 2008
Broadway.com is the campiest. Whoever they've got writing these captions is either a complete douche or a complete genius. You decide:
"Ready for some bell ringing? Orfeh is" (This was from a set of pictures where Orfeh rang the NYSE Bell)
"Is Elle Woods into rocker guys? If not, we bet Rent star Will Chase will change her mind!"
"This show is a celeb-magnet! Rock on, Rod!"
Friday, August 29, 2008
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Every now and then Camp Nation needs a little reminder of why it began. This, my friends, is one such reminder. Just when you think the camp factor has reached a high, this bitch tops herself. And then she manages to bottom herself as well. It's an all out camp rape scene. Thanks Matt (the original camp bitch) for the clip.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Saturday, August 23, 2008
The caption for this video is "five young LADIES performing choreography to Low." Last time I checked, "ladies" wore hose and sensible heels and didn't grind their hungry vaginas into the floor. But I guess times have changed? (and thank GOD they have.) suck it.
Monday, August 18, 2008
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Here is the video to match the campiest song I've heard in a while, "Smell Yo Dick!" The most amazing thing about this video is that it is completely lacking in creativity! They sing the song and act it out pretty much word for word. The costumes, the acting, the smooth mixing, the ENDING!
Embedding disabled for this one so check it out HERE.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
So as you've probably noticed (as I've posted 3 updates in the past few minutes) my internet is up and running at my new apartment in Harlem. Harlem is amazing for a number of reasons. All of the liquor stores are rockin' thick sheets of bullet-proof glass, we've got (according to menupages.com) 23 soul food restaurants, and everyone want to know how much my dog costs. Although I should be eating boring salad, whenever I want to order food my mind obviously thinks about all the delish treats these restaurants are cooking up. I haven't had fried chicken since I was like ten years old, but in Harlem HOW CAN I RESIST. Seriously. My favorite restaurant up here is Amy Ruth's, so good in fact that it's delicious even when not stoned. Not that I am always stoned but it's Harlem, and that's how they roll up here so whatever. The menu is hilarious. Check out the names of the dishes and what they actually are. Apparently you can eat waffles with ANYTHING. The Rev. Al Sharpton chicken & waffles (fried or smothered)
The Rev. Michael A. Walrond Jr amy ruth's original waffles
The Yasmin Cornelius waffles with fried chicken wings
The Larry Dais waffles with boneless rib-eye steak
The Ret, Chief Joseph Leake waffles with bacon on pork sausage
The Dougie Fresh waffles with fried whiting
The Rev. Thomas Johnson waffles with fried catfish
The Jennifer Holliday waffles with fried shrimp
The Guy Woods & Shay Barnett waffles with cinnamon, fresh banana & pecans
The Imam Izak-El Pasha original waffles with fresh strawberries
The Bishop Charles Reed original waffles with fresh sauteed apples
The Gregory & Gloria Page original waffles with fresh blueberries
The City Councilwoman Inez Dickens 5 grain waffles
The Sister Karriemah Muhammed sweet beer-braised oxtail stew
The Ludacris fried chicken wings (4)
The Debra Frazier House and Shenna Wright braised smothered chitlins
The Lewis H. Latimer Progressive Association salmon croquettes
Charmaine "Cake Diva" Jones rum de rum cake
My next question is, obviously, how do I get on this menu? I've been there 3 times in 2 weeks, definitely a bad idea as I'm going to turn into a fat ass, but seriously, how? And what would my dish be called? If I go often enough and order the same thing over and over don't they kind of just have to name something after me? I'm open to suggestions.
If I do somehow manage to be the one and only white homosexual male on the menu, it will officially be the campiest achievement ever.
I stole this from Gawker b/c i'm lazy.Olive Garden Shuns Playboy Endorsement; Sticks To Breadsticks Kendra Wilkinson is a tanned, platinum-blond Playboy Model from Southern California who refers to Olive Garden as "my soul food." Which would seem to be exactly the sort of culinary embrace that one would expect from Hugh Hefner's live-in girlfriend, no? It's really quite a revealing bit of Americana. But Olive Garden itself wants to cater exclusively to waddling suburbanites, and fears that Wilkinson's sexy sexual sexuality will, somehow, scare away the clean customers. But why? One official says the company has tried to walk a fine line with its response, maintaining the chain's wholesome image without alienating potential customers. "I don't feel comfortable talking about this...because it is a complicated issue for the brand," says Michele Kay, executive vice president of WPP Group's Grey advertising firm, which handles the Olive Garden account. The purported issue here is whether companies should embrace "rogue" famous fans, even if they're as disreputable as—the two examples actually used—a Playboy model or a rapper. In other words: how does corporate America deal with blacks and loose women? Olive Garden, of course, is foolish. A blond Playboy model perfectly embodies their outward deliciousness and inner emptiness. Don't let her defect to Applebee's, you fools.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Friday, August 8, 2008
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
It's been a while. Sorry. This one isn't fall out of your seat funny but Bea Arthur doing ANYTHING is, in my opinion, hilarious. Watch as Bea sings Irving Berlin and gets all the guys in the bar hard. Don't blink or you'll miss the CAMPY close up of Blanche. Why don't they have shows like this anymore?