There is such a thing as oversharing

I'm a fan of FaceBook and Twitter.  And yes, I often snap pictures while I'm out and about, sometimes of myself or my friends, or a sign, or a sunset, or food, etc and post them to my profile(s).  Fairly normal stuff, right?  Right. 

Then there's the oversharer.  You know the type.  The one that's tweeting about taking a dump (and sometimes posting a pic of the event), or posting updates and pics of their every move during the day.  Like Coco.  I'm sorry?  You don't know who Coco is?  Well, Coco is one of Hollywood's lovely ladies.  She's classy, she's smart, and she knows how to show off her assets.  She's also married to Ice T.  And she's an oversharer.  She posted this pic on Twitter today while out "running errands". 

The vampers are coming!

[Image via HBO.com]

It wasn't meant to be

So, I previously posted about Tara Reid's engagement to some obscure man, but the buzz today is that she's called off the May 22nd wedding.  Did you read that right?  She called it off.  Really?  Are we sure about that?  Because, I'd be more apt to believe it was - let's call him Duke - Duke that called it off.  Right?  She seems like she's definitely the "I wanna have a fairytale wedding and ride unicorns" kind of crazy.   

Lady GaGa and Susan Boyle get it on

In the recording studio, that is.  Um, how random can you get?  These two are total opposites.  What do you think they'll sing about?  More importantly, how do you think filming the video will go?

Lady Gaga: Suz, I totally want you to be lying on the bed, bathrobe on and maybe showing just a little cleavage, and then I want you to grab your crotch and then look seductively into the camera and start to sing.

Susan Boyle: *high pitch giggle* oh, no, Lady, I can't do that!  I'm not seductive.  And I certainly can't show any part of my chebs! 

LG: ok.  Hmmmm.  What about ditching the bathrobe idea and maybe put you in a bird suit and have you sitting on a very large nest, keeping some eggs warm. Then, as you start singing, you can jump up and start dry humping one of the eggs?

SB: *high pitch giggle* what?  A bird suit?  Wait.  I have a sheep suit at home that I wore to a friend's wedding.  What if I wore that and you could pretend to shear me?

LG: *squinting* I could be dressed as Little Bo Peep and have a whip, maybe some ten inch thigh high boots, and a branding iron.  You'll be my very bad little sheep...

SB: a branding iron? 

LG: yes!  Oh, I love it Suzie!!

SB: wait.  What's the bloody song called, anyway? 

LG: I Love the Smell of Flesh.