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"During his heyday, rapper Cam'ron dressed like the wife of a Russian oligarch. His lyrics were equally flamboyant: he made up cutesy little words ('that rooty, tooty, fruity, louie, what I usually do'-Crunk Muzik) and broke into french when complimenting his fellow crew-members ('Jim Jones c'est c'est bon, Santana magnifique'-I'm Ready). It didn't take long for rumors to abound that Cam'ron and his Diplomats were a gang of homosexuals…. But what could he do? He could hardly issue heterosexual clarifications after every suspicious statement. Or could he? His eureka moment came in a bubble bath. 'No homo!' he cried triumphantly, drowning out (diagetic) orchestral music. It was so short, [...]

Oh, there'll be more on this tomorrow from the straight man, if he doesn't die from excitement and alcohol poisoning tonight, but meanwhile, let us officially give a big HELL YES to the Saints win tonight at the Bowl That Finally Deserves To Be Called Super. It's sure nice to see New Orleans get a little attention after a few years of deadening quiet! (This, by the way, is what it sounds like inside a New Orleans household. Right???) Still, because this is America, tonight everyone's a winner! (Even losers from Indiana.) Everyone's a winner, that is, except anyone who wants to pay for sex in Miami tonight [...]