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Barenaked to Disney: “Mickey, it’s been one week since you looked at me…”

This just in: Despite the Happening dud, Shamalamadingdong perseveres.

We’re gonna choose not to believe this just yet, but… Batman’s bad timing just gets badder. And — wait for it — Bat shit crazier.

All hail the “gastrosexual.” And all await Anthony Bourdain to kick your pansy, gastro-ass.

Jezebel pretty much calls it with one word: No.

Aww, Jessica. Hang up your boots already. Maybe your ex should consider it, too.

R.I.P., Golden Gal Sophia. We still use that trick with the salt in the wine bottle.

That’ll learn you, FCC: Janet’s boob is not obscene; this, however, came pretty close.

The Roeper ampersand Ebert fallout: We’ve got a younger, spare thumb or two, too.

Back the freak off, Skechers. We had the ugliest shoes first.

He be illin’. C’mon, people, we couldn’t resist. Seriously, get better soon, DMC. It’s tricky, you know?

Leno long gone. Eh, we’re sure he’ll take it on the chin. Hey-O! And a coda far more clever than anything Leno’s done in years.

Meanwhile, Conan replacement Jimmy Fallon to spend time honing his irritating cutesy factor.

Today in ridiculous ridiculousness. Hey, at least Michael Moore’s not doing it. Yet.

Today in ridiculous ridiculousness, part two: Is Moore on THIS yet?

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