Showing posts with label Extra Dirty Pop / Approved. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Extra Dirty Pop / Approved. Show all posts

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Let The Magic Begin

The first Magic Mike trailer has been released; best quote thus far: You don't wanna know what I have to do to get a $20.

Actually, Mike, we do.

Monday, October 17, 2011

Clinton's New Mistress

On Saturday, Gaga seduced the audience at the Clinton Foundation with the f word, the bird, and incessant flirting with Bill.

But when she accidentally called Hillary "hot," the crowd turned on her. Luckily, she won them back with "Bad Romance."

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

Melrose Marathon

Last night I realized all seven seasons of Melrose Place are available on Netflix instant streaming.

I've officially changed my voicemail greeting to "out of the country."

Monday, April 11, 2011


Thank you, Vanity Fair, for finally supplying your readers with something we can use. Robert Pattinson can't hold a bicep to this father of two.

Makes me wanna light candles and watch Wayne's World.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Great Minds Think Alike

Yesterday both Charlie Sheen and I joined Twitter.

I have five followers, he has five hundred thousand. All that stands between us is a sitcom and a sex addiction.

If you follow Char.Sh, follow J.Ro

Thursday, October 28, 2010

Hero of the Week = Diddy

This past Saturday, the Romaine family threw some elbows to get bottle service at the straight, sleezy, spendy club Pure, at Caesar's Palace. My Docto-brother gladly forked over 600 dollars because P.Diddy was promised to make an appearance, and that bad boy was worth every benjamin.

He sang every diddy he sampled, Biggie sampled, and Mase sampled. We partied like it was 1999. As Diddy made it rain, I found myself holding a crisp $1 bill, wearing Kanye-style striped sunglasses, and feeling sixteen all over again.

In that moment of bliss, Diddy himself forgot he was 41 years old and the father of five illegitimate children. For it was 2am and he was screaming 'All you Grey Goose mothafuc8ers, need to drink da Ciroc!'
As he sprayed room temperature vodka over the crowd, I felt proud he removed the title 'daddy' from his name.