After that, Padma performed cunnilingus on a burger. Which makes sense or something…
And now, Carl’s Jr. and its ad team, Mendelsohn/Zien, have decided to get Kim Kardashian to…eat a salad?
This is a short list of things you have to believe in order to buy in to this ad campaign.
Paris Hilton loves manual labor and burgers not club nights and cocaine.
Padma Lakshmi sneaks away from the best food being made on earth to get a Western Burger.
Audrina has enough brain cells to read off a cue card.
Kim Kardashian eats salads.
I’m not saying that all of those are untrue…but well…the only one I buy is Kim eating Salads honestly.
This commercial kind of makes me angry because it is so uncreative. Women eat burgers too. If you are looking for a viral hit creativity always trumps T&A. “Sexy girls” and burgers are unrelated.
But that isn’t even the biggest problem I have with this campaign.
What use is going viral if you are a small chain?
A lot of people have seen these ads (which is good) but many of those people don’t live on the West Coast where they could actually go to Carl’s Jr. (which is less good).
I’m sure that Mendelsohn/Zien has hyped all the ‘eyeballs’ on these ads, but most of those eyeballs are not potential customers.
I, mean, I don’t want to sound rude or inconsiderate, but come on! 16, Paris? Wow.
Paris Hilton confessed that she believed in Santa until she was 16 saying:
“I’m like a kid at this time of year and I just can’t wait. I literally believed in Santa Claus until I was around 16! My mom still puts a stocking out for me so I can still pretend.”
Know, contrary to popular belief, I don’t believe Paris Hilton is as dumb or naive as the media portrays her. But for some reason, I’m not finding this “confession” shocking at all. I kind of expect something like this from her.
I admit, I’m kind of with her on wishing Santa was still real. Hell, who wouldn’t want some strange guy breaking into their homes, eating your cookies, and leaving you “presents?”
Dieser Typ verdirbt mir langsam echt jeden Tag, jeden Tag auf meinen Newsseiten gurkt er rum und jammert, weil ihn keiner liebt.. -__-
Ich zähle jetzt nicht zu den Fans von Tokio Hotel, ich hasse sie aber auch nicht. Ich finde sie vermarkten sich gut und sind sicher gute Musiker, nur ist es halt nicht meine Musikrichtung.
Eigentlich bin ich durch ein Dreadlocks Video auf Youtube auf ein anderes gestoßen und dann googelte ich es bisschen, rein aus Interesse.
Ich verstehe dieses ganze Trara nicht, wieso macht er so eine Aufregung um eine Freundin?
Er ist nicht der erste Pop/Rock-Star der Probleme hatte sich ne Frau anzuschaffen, ich verstehe diese Heulerei nicht. Ich wollte eigentlich schon vor mehreren Wochen einen Artikel hier drüber schreiben aber inzwischen…. es NERVT! Er nervt.
Ich verstehe ja zwar diese Situation irgendwo trotzdem, diesesd hinsetzten und vor den Medien all seine Probleme auszubreiten find ich nicht gut. Genauso wie die magersuchts Geschichte und die “ich hab mit 15Alk getrunken”.
Inzwischen kann nicht keinen einzigen Tag lang auf meinen Stammseiten Nachrichten lesen ohne, dass TH irgendwo vorkommt. Wenn ich noch vor 1 Monat googlen musste, da ich über die eigentlich genauso viel wusste wie sie über mich, HA! Ergo garnix, wird es mir inzwischen beinahe unter die Nase gerieben.
Wieso veranstaltet er nicht “Bill’s next Girlfriend” oder so und lässt paar Weiber gegen einander kämpfen oder so. Die können sich ja die Augen gegenseitig auskratzen , nein ersthaft Paris Hilton suchte ihre beste Freundin und zig andere suchten auch irgendwen, wieso macht er nicht das selbe kriegt auch mal gleich bissi Publicity dazu.
@Kaulitz und seine Bande, solltest du das jemals lesen, beweg deinen Arsch und tu was für eine Freundin es ging genug Männer auf dieser Welt die, die selben Probleme haben, nur die jammern nicht und bruflicher Erfolg ist jetzt auch nicht gerade abschreckend für Frauen.
Several years ago, Paris Hilton helped start a craze for Chihuahuas. Chihuahuas now swamp California's shelters.
Every couple of years, a new fad pet pops up. You never know what it is going to be, but all of a sudden, you see celebrities with some kind of unusual animal and then you see average people spending exorbitant sums for these creatures. Then, almost predictably, the shelters and sanctuaries start to fill up with these animals. Reality sets in, and their fickle and often ill-informed owners dump them.
This week it was reported that the Chihuahuas are now overrunning California’s shelters. It is actually pretty easy to see why.
In recent years, the Chihuahua has been the fad pet of so many celebrities, not the least of which is Paris Hilton.
“High volume” breeders began to produce as many Chihuahuas as possible, often breeding the smallest and most sickly animals they could find in order to produce dogs that could fit in handbags. (Of course, it’s actually quite hard to mass produce the smallest Chihuahuas, because it is very hard for them to give birth.)
I remember going on youtube and looking at videos of tiny Chihuahua puppies. Their parents were not present in the photos, so one can only assume that they were enjoying their lives as battery-cage breeding stock.
Of course, Chihuahuas have a major fault. It is not that they are all sickly and neurotic and aggressive.
It is that they aren’t treated like the dogs they are. They are more likely treated as babies or fashion accessories, and this treatment turns them into demons.
And as the Chihuahua fad has begun to wane, the dogs that were treated in such a fashion have now matured into two or three year-old maneaters (if Chihuahuas were big enough to become maneaters).
And thus, they have been sent to the shelters.
It’s very sad that so many people want the pets that their favorite celebrities have.
I always thought Paris Hilton was an example of a bad role model.
And in the case of dogs, she definitely is!
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A few years ago, Paris was into keeping animals that were illegal to keep in California. She had a ferret hanging around in hand bag.
Now ferrets are totally legal in most states in the US, but California does not allow them.
But they are not such unusual pets, so I doubt that she could have started a fad with that animal.
Then Paris upped the ante.
In 2005, she purchased a kinkajou, which she named “Baby Luv.” (A sickening name if you ask me.)
Kinkajous could have gone the way of the Chihuahuas. However, things didn’t turn out quite as well.
Despite the moronically cutesy name that Paris gave to this animal, Baby Luv still had enough of her wild instincts left.
In 2006, Baby Luv bit Paris, and Paris had to go to the emergency room for a tetanus shot.
I had read in several places that California authorities confiscated Paris’s kinkajou. Some of these sources claimed that a kinkajou was a pet monkey. Kinkajous are actually procyonids (the raccoon family.) They have prehensile tails that are very similar to those of many New World monkeys. In some parts of Latin America they are called “monos de noche” (night monkeys), but they are not monkeys at all.
In fact, there are only two members of the order Carnivora that have prehensile tails. The other is the binturong or bear cat, which a type of civet that is also known for smelling like popcorn. No one would mistake this animal for a monkey, and Paris would have hard time putting one into a handbag, which might explain why they have never become fad pets.
Of course, Kinkajous didn’t become fad pets either, thanks to Baby Luv’s little nip! Kinkajous are docile animals most of the time, but they hate being woken up in the middle of the day (a trait it would share with Paris). If given free run of the house, they have been known to come into bedrooms and attack people while they sleep. They also cannot be house broken. Kinkajous live in trees, so they just let it rip where ever they are.
I honestly cannot see why anyone would want one as a pet.
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Now that the Chihuahua fad has started to subside (and the consequences of such buffoonery are coming to the fore), a new handbag creature has suddenly appeared.
We have left the Order Carnivora entirely.
Now it is the Order Erinaceomorpha.
The latest handbag accessory creature is the hedgehog. (And you thought I was talking about moonrats, which are also Erinaceomorphs.)
Now, there are no hedgehogs native to the Americas.
However, in the mid-90’s, pet shops began offering what were called African pygmy hedgehogs. These hedgehogs descended from two interfertile species of African hedgehog and are not technically a true species. They are derived from the four-toed hedgehog (Atelerix albiventris), which is native to Sub-Saharan Africa, and the Algerian hedgehog (Atelerix algirus), which is native to North Africa but is also found in Spain, France, and the Canary Islands, where it was introduced.
Now, these hedgehogs are not terrible pets, but they do have specific requirements. They need large cages in which they can move around, and for a small animal they require lots of exercise. They also have very specific dietary needs, which must be low in fat and high in protein. They also must of chitin in their diets, which they obtain in the wild from the exoskeltons of arthropods.
They also have a host of genetic diseases, which may come from either inbreeding or genetic issues that result from their hybrid ancestry. They are well-known to have various forms of cancer, but they also have a disorder called wobbly hedgehog syndrome, which is thought to be a genetic neurological disorder.
They also have to be kept at a temperature above 70 degrees Fahrenheit or they will hibernate, and as nocturnal animals, they are most active at night.
Is this an animal that belongs in a handbag?
Most certainly not.
And my guess is it won’t be long before the shelters start to fill up with hedgehogs.
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America has a long history with fad pets. In the 80’s, it was the pot-bellied pig and llama, both of which are domestic animals but have very specific requirements. In the 70’s, it was the ocelot that everyone had to have. In the 60’s, everyone wanted to keep a big cat (so lots of fools bought leopards, cougars, cheetahs, and even lions and tigers, which then wound up released into the countryside.)
And one cannot forget the fads in domestic dogs. In the nineteenth century, the Newfoundland dog was hawked by every dog dealer on the street. Then bull terriers and collies became the dogs that every middle class family wanted. Today, the bulldog and the aforementioned Chihuahua have experienced an uptick in popularity.
And then I haven’t even mentioned breeds that have been in the AKC’s top ten in registrations for decades, like the German shepherd, the poodle, the Labrador, the beagle, and the golden and Labrador retrievers. These animals seem to get no break at all from a constant fad breeding and mass production.
I think it is time for all of us who care about animals to say no to fads. Not every breed or species is for everyone, and no one should get animal that is illegal to keep in the first place or has specific care requirements that the prospective owner doesn’t know about, is incapable of providing, or simply refuses to provide.
It should also be noted that one should probably should not consider an animal that either considers humans to be prey or possesses lethal venom. Those animals are a bit risky.
Of course, keeping such animals does help thin out the human gene pool.
It seems like there has been a flurry of hacked celebritard Twitter accounts in recent months – from Britney claiming to worship the devil to Fox News’ account outing Bill O’Riley for his love of the male meat sausage (which I don’t think was really a hack job, just an inside whistle blower). So this go me to thinking what would some other possible celebrity passwords be?
#11. – Kanye West
Password: bestpasswordofalltime
#10. – R.Kelly
Password: pissonyou
#9. – Rick Astley
Password: nevergonnagiveyouup
#8. – Allen Iverson
Password: putaringonit
#7. – Dave Chappelle
Password: WTFisjuice?
#6. – Chuck Norris
Password: n/a
#5. – Paris Hilton
Password: 123456
#4. – Jerry Seinfeld
Password: what’sthedealwithpasswords
#3. – Rick James
Al Gore: Ishouldhavewon
Gary Coleman: almost4′10
Ciara: WishIwasBeyonce
Rachel Uchitel: easiest1milever
Taylor Swift: thankyoukanye$$$$
Kelly Clarkson: nomnomnom
Tiger Woods: FML
Wayne Brady: amIgonnahavetoslapabitch?
Lady Gaga: tuckback
Socialite/actress/businessperson/heiress/recently-disappeared Paris Hilton reportedly asked for a little bit more than money when she flew in for a one-day shoot on the set of action-comedy The Other Guys: she also allegedly provided a three-page rider of conditions and requests, including live lobsters that could be prepared on the spot, and a bottle of Grey Goose vodka. The movie, starring Will Ferrell, Mark Wahlberg, Samuel L. Jackson (whom all movies contractually must include), The Rock, and other people more famous than Paris, will feature a short cameo of Ms. Hilton, playing herself. (Not with herself—it’s not like she’s Carrie Prejean—just playing herself. It is possible the former would have justified the cost, had the world not already seen her on-screen in such compromising positions. By the way, I was also going to make a joke about “three-page rider,” but I don’t know if they use pages in the movie business anymore.)
Celebrities aren’t known for their subdued behaviors and tastes. Cher supposedly requires an extra room to store her wigs. Jennifer Lopez demands that damn near everything be in white, and has what seems to me to be a pretty extensive list of food and drink requests. Iggy Pop’s rider is enormous, ridiculous, hilarious, and in large part tongue-in-cheek, but you can’t blame the man for trying. Van Halen stipulated that all brown M&Ms be picked out of their candy bowls; using specious reasoning, this and this alone prevented stage collapses that have killed attendees at other performers’ concerts. In comparison, I guess Paris’ wish-list doesn’t seem so outlandish. But it’s Paris Hilton. For one day. The Grey Goose is understandable, and my be so that her lackeys can tolerate her for hours per day. But Paris also demands live sacrifice, the boiling of creatures for her gustatory delight, so that she may channel the talents of the ancient Greek playwrights and middle-English thespians. To bring you The Other Guys, which “stars” Damon Wayans, Jr. That’s almost enough to make me a vegetarian.
Are there instances in which an actor/actress/performer has had such requests turned down? Was that a deal breaker? Did Jamie Kennedy ask to have a Gulfstream IV at his disposal so he could pee in two oceans in one day? Is that why we don’t have Malibu’s Most Wanted 2 yet, you cheap, selfish monsters? It looks like when you achieve a certain level of awesomeness, you can ask for and probably get whatever you want. Is this something that takes place during contract negotiations? Or something they pop on you after the papers are signed: “Oh, I forgot: I also require a different nubile, 18-year-old blonde Brazilian beach volleyball player each morning to satisfy my carnal desires.” “Of course, Mr. Pacino. Whatever you wish, we shall make it so. Tattoo preferences?”
, nein ersthaft Paris Hilton suchte ihre beste Freundin und zig andere suchten auch irgendwen, wieso macht er nicht das selbe 
