One of the hardest parts of HBN is finding good clips. This week I failed.Â But watch me polish a turd like few can.Â Besides, this episode has a surprise treat for the Cracked faithful. (For those of you've I've been teasing on Facebook, the long wait is over.) And speaking of the the end to a long wait, I'd like to give a shout out to Kingmonkey and Glendoor 42.Â I dont' know how I got into the shout out business, and, frankly, I'd like to get out of it, but I couldn't close up shop without mentioning two grown men who admit that they read Cracked.com.Â Know what I like most about Kingmonkey and Glendoor?Â They're not functionally illiterate morons. And although they comment a lot, they're neither trolls nor self-obsessed blowhards. Another good thing? They're not young women. So when the authorities crack down on me for cruising the barely legal, I can say, "What? No, no, no. This is innocent. I talk to lots of people. Even grown men."Â And even though they've never sent me any naked pictures, I still like them.
Most rich kids just want to be pop stars.
How did these hyper-specific tropes spread so quickly?
The Hollywood rumor mill has been playing games with celebrity deaths for at least a century.
It's easy to work the system and win these awards even if you don't deserve them.