Rosie O’Donnell’s book, Celebrity Detox, comes out this week. Hoping to conquer the important and elusive People-Who-Need-Help-Throwing-Up demographic, O’Donnell manages to cram childhood molestation, her bowel peculiarities, her hatred for Donald Trump, and the details of the insemination process of her partner into just 209 pages.
Is it possible to come up with a celebrity that’s even more irritating than Rosie O’Donnell coming out with a book that’s more conducive to vomiting? It’s tough, but not impossible, and I just wouldn’t be doing my job as a CRACKED blogger if I didn’t at least try.
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December 10th, 2008 at 9:50 am
I like my articles like I like my women…
Short and sweet! With pictures! And Clint Howard smiling… Actually this metaphor doesn’t work.
August 12th, 2008 at 2:20 pm
Jesus!!! =))… They really need creativity for new books =))
January 25th, 2008 at 6:55 am
…John Travolta had self-respect?
October 29th, 2007 at 7:57 pm
I’m betting #1 in the Kirstie Alley book is ‘John Travolta’s self respect.’
October 21st, 2007 at 3:00 am
I’m on to you, Swaim! Two of those books aren’t even real!