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Go Fug Yourself!

I wasn’t able to get my hands on the family iPad all day, so I snagged it last night when everyone when to bed.  If I seem snarky today, it’s because I was up late into the night, laughing until I snorted from GoFugYourself.  If you are old enough to remember Joan River’s TV show on Red Carpet Fashion with her daughter, this blog is 1000x funnier!  Or maybe more.

If you are not supposed to be reading fashion blogs right now because you are supposed to be getting work done, do yourself a favor and just click on these two links as the Fug Gals rip into Madonna and Gwyneth Paltrow.

Here’s the thing about The Fuggers:

  • They’re smart.
  • They’re funny.
  • They’re snarky but fair.  They don’t hit too far below the belt and if the celebrity does bad things in real life then they really go to town
  • They call it like they see it.  And they do acknowledge a good showing.

I can’t resist.  Here’s a really funny post on Drew Barrymore and Justin Long.  (Thumbnail photo above.  Sorry Justin, it cut your head off.)  I find the gals at Go Fug Yourself especially hilarious when they make up dialogs.

JUSTIN: Hey there, Drew.

DREW: Justin! Hi! You’re a Mac, and I’m a P.C.!

JUSTIN: No, we’re not dating anymore, let’s not play that game. It’s not going to end with the same kind of fun.

DREW: I think when the cosmos aligns, fun changes its stripes to a leopard.

JUSTIN: … Okay. Also, can we talk? I feel like I tried to be really dapper here…

DREW: You look like you came from my Mad Men catalog, which is where dreams give birth.

JUSTIN: … uh-huh… anyway, I went the distance, is what I’m saying. But you look like a static-cling commercial who went the distance while sitting in the engine of the plane:

DREW: Really?

JUSTIN: Really.


JUSTIN: Really.


JUSTIN: Wait, you’re… happy about that!

DREW: Of course I am, because this movie is about distance, and going across it, because love is the flame that the Heavens shoots on us and says, “Find your own bucket, Starfire.”


DREW: And so my hair represents a kind of passion that’s crispy like burnt toast, because at the end of the day, all that matters is whether your headstone can say, “She was a cannibal for love.”

JUSTIN: You want your tombstone to imply that you ate people?

DREW: In the sense that I’m a really good, mellow, thinking person, yes. I was love’s dinner and it was my dessert.

JUSTIN: I don’t think I understand any of these words in that order. AND I’m not sure about your makeup.

DREW: Listen, squirt, if it wasn’t for me you’d be hawking iMacs to college students with your hands in your pockets and torn sneakers. So get out of your dreams and into my car, you dig?

JUSTIN: … Wait, that actually made me kind of hot for you. Is that Mac/PC game still on the table?

DREW: It is on a placemat woven of cheese and cosmic soul fibers that–

JUSTIN: Okay, let’s do this thing before I change my mind.

By Mia Wenjen, PragmaticMom

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