Showing posts with label Fergie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fergie. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Fergie has Manly Package
Friday, January 04, 2008
Fergie Doesn't Understand Ugly-Friend Equation
Thursday, April 19, 2007
Ends of a Spectrum - Alba vs Fergie
Now, I know that you were probably waiting to see a picture of her not wearing anything under that dress, but she's no Paris Hilton. The tighty-whities she's wearing are not that sexy when it comes to underwear, but it still is a totally unplanned and therefore voyeuristic experience that you can (and I'm sure you will) spend some time looking at, if not doing other things to yourself. Seriously. God's watching. Here's a shot from behind, that shows the behind.
So, as far as spectrums go, a Jessica Alba panty-flash is as far as you can go when it comes to "good". What could I show you that would be bad? Well, in case you didn't read the title to this blog-post . . . that would be a Fergie panty-flash.
Labels:
Fergie,
Jessica Alba,
John Travolta,
Josh Duhamel,
Nick Cage,
panty-flashing
Tuesday, April 03, 2007
"My Humps" Re-Worked
It's been a long time since I've actually liked anything that Alanis Morrisette has done, musically, but this cover of Fergie's "My Humps" is just to great to pass up. And, there's also a video that goes along with it that shows you that Alanis has a pretty fucking great sense of humor. And, even though she kind of looks like Jennifer Love Hewitt crossed with a horse, Alanis looks better than Fergie performing this song. That's just because Fergie looks like a troll that's desperately trying to hide its penis with a tuck-job. We can all agree on that . . . right? Fergie's a pre-op tranny. I mean, that would explain so much. I was looking for the MP3 to have it along with the video so you can rock this cover . . . but I couldn't find it. Wahh . . . .
Labels:
Alanis Morrisette,
Fergie,
Jennifer Love Hewitt,
video
Friday, February 09, 2007
Dropping Eaves - Name-Dropping Douche
I was at the 7-11, doing my 4:45 AM ritual . . . loading up on coffee and picking out a breakfast pastry (breakfast of champions) when I overheard a conversation between a guy and the 7-11 employee. It went a little like this.
Guy: This this and that are mine. Sorry, it's been a long night.
7-11 Guy: Sure, no problem.
Guy: (Opens up his trench coat) Do you know this band?
7-11 Guy: (Looks at picture on Guy's shirt) No.
Guy: It's the Black Eyed Peas. They're a rap group. They have a singer, a girl, you've probably seen her in the magazines (he points down to the mag-rack).
7-11 Guy: Um, OK.
Guy: Her name is Stacey Ferguson. People call her "Fergie".
7-11 Guy: Oh, yes, I know now.
Guy: She's a friend from way back in the Valley. We went to school together. I saw her tonight (I think he meant last night . . . but his night was probably just ending) and she recognized me and we had a good time.
7-11 Guy: Oh, ok.
Guy: Yeah, it was fun (around this time I wanted to chime in with a "Hey, did you happen to say hello to her penis" . . . but it's early, and I hadn't had my coffee yet).
7-11 Guy: I like The Beatles.
Guy: Oh, the fab-four. Yeah, I'm going to put on one of their records when I get home. You might listen to one of my band's when we hit it big.
7-11 Guy: Ok, it's going to be . . . .
And then I just lost total interest. This guy is probably going to spend all day today talking about partying it up with the butterface of butterfaces herself, Fergie. And everyone is going to just nod their heads and tell him how "great" and "cool" his experience was. But deep down, I know that at least half of those people will be like me, and just wonder why the fuck this guy keeps going on and on about Fergie. Does he have a thing for chicks with man-faces? Fucking douchebag. It's Fergie. I could go around and tell stories about the time I went to the LA Zoo and saw her in the gorilla enclosure, picking out fleas from a male silverback's fur, and everyone would be "uh-huh, ok . . . that sounds great". Nobody cares.
God I hate people in Los Angeles sometimes.
Guy: This this and that are mine. Sorry, it's been a long night.
7-11 Guy: Sure, no problem.
Guy: (Opens up his trench coat) Do you know this band?
7-11 Guy: (Looks at picture on Guy's shirt) No.
Guy: It's the Black Eyed Peas. They're a rap group. They have a singer, a girl, you've probably seen her in the magazines (he points down to the mag-rack).
7-11 Guy: Um, OK.
Guy: Her name is Stacey Ferguson. People call her "Fergie".
7-11 Guy: Oh, yes, I know now.
Guy: She's a friend from way back in the Valley. We went to school together. I saw her tonight (I think he meant last night . . . but his night was probably just ending) and she recognized me and we had a good time.
7-11 Guy: Oh, ok.
Guy: Yeah, it was fun (around this time I wanted to chime in with a "Hey, did you happen to say hello to her penis" . . . but it's early, and I hadn't had my coffee yet).
7-11 Guy: I like The Beatles.
Guy: Oh, the fab-four. Yeah, I'm going to put on one of their records when I get home. You might listen to one of my band's when we hit it big.
7-11 Guy: Ok, it's going to be . . . .
And then I just lost total interest. This guy is probably going to spend all day today talking about partying it up with the butterface of butterfaces herself, Fergie. And everyone is going to just nod their heads and tell him how "great" and "cool" his experience was. But deep down, I know that at least half of those people will be like me, and just wonder why the fuck this guy keeps going on and on about Fergie. Does he have a thing for chicks with man-faces? Fucking douchebag. It's Fergie. I could go around and tell stories about the time I went to the LA Zoo and saw her in the gorilla enclosure, picking out fleas from a male silverback's fur, and everyone would be "uh-huh, ok . . . that sounds great". Nobody cares.
God I hate people in Los Angeles sometimes.
Labels:
Black Eyed Peas,
Conversational Douchebagery,
Fergie
Tuesday, February 06, 2007
Upskirt City - Fergie (AKA - Horror Fans Edition)
So, that happened this past weekend during a Super Bowl performance of hers. Fergie shows off her upskirt with pride. Which makes me wonder . . . why would anyone want to see that? I bet you she can run around Los Angeles, skirt over her head and a sign that says "Free Entry - Just Ask" and not one man not-named "Josh Duhamel" would want to park their salami in that death trap.
Wait . . . oh God, I think I just threw up a little in my mouth. That's one of the many dangers of posting up pictures of Fergie. I think the camel-toe that is visible pushed me over the edge. I'm going to go scrub my eyes out with bleach now. See you (or not) later.
Labels:
camel-toe,
Fergie,
Josh Duhamel,
Oh the Humanity,
upskirt
Friday, February 02, 2007
Spot On - Fergie Is E.T.
I saw this earlier today and I totally had to post it. Thanks WWTD.COM. Sadly, this is not the only Fergie-related piece of news today. She is also saying this . . . .
"I've heard that I've been engaged probably about seven times, and pregnant, but I've never been either. Sorry to disappoint."Who is she disappointing? Herself? Fans of circus freaks? Evolution? If this is what she looks like I don't think it's possible to imagine what disgusting freak-baby would pop out of her uterus. She probably would actually lay an egg or alien-like coccoon of some sort. I'm still contesting Fergie's claim to humanity. Something that ugly can't possibly be a Homo Sapien.
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