Hot Hollywood Hell (6) - pull up your damn pants.

For those of you who've been following along for awhile, you know that when I see an absurd photo or four in my daily browsings of UsMagazine.com and People.com and Eonline.com I have a hard time keeping my mouth shut. I call it "Hot Hollywood Hell". If you feel like wasting a few more minutes than usual on this post today, catch up here:

Hot Hollywood Hell (1) - Mariah and her "little brother"
Hot Hollywood Hell (2) - LeeAnn and Eddie and Beyonce - all showing waay too much
Hot Hollywood Hell (3) - Miley's ridiculous hair, How Jessica Simpson attempted to strangle her baby, etc.
Hot Hollywood Hell (4) - Jamie Lynn Spears' little ho
Hot Hollywood Hell (5) - She's gonna BLOW

Here's what stopped me cold this weekend.

1. Happy Birthday Droopy Drawers.

You guys, this is seriously how he was out walking around in public. I kept trying to convince myself he was surely going to a costume party, like apparently this other HHH (6) nominee was  

Although I don't know.
I wouldn't be surprised if this was a normal night out for Madonna and her  BOYfriend.

but nope. He was dead serious about this look. 

And as much as you know how I cannot bear to watch or listen to or read about him, I'll admit that the obvious time he's spent in the gym is helping make him look more like a real boy,

but he's just such a grade-A douche (Thing 1, Thing 2?  This is an example of when this word is acceptable) that it's hard to see anything else.

source: Perezhilton.com

Question - how in the hell do the pants stay up? Is that why he keeps his hands in his pockets (likely story)? I wonder if that bald guy has to stop and pull them up every so often. If so, I bet he makes serious bank. 

And last night I learned a new term, on Twitter of all places, - "Baller".  Apparently it's not only a term referring to basketball players (like I have always thought). It also means douchey guys who wear their pants below their asses.

Here. Educate yourself.

Baller-sapien.
Thanks to Mommy needs a Martini for the Baller-ducation.

Although I shouldn't be surprised at this baller's lack of fashion sense. 

He also stepped out recently looking like this.

Which could only have been inspired by one thing.

2. Wiz Khalifa and new son.

Before you get concerned, I'll answer the question I can only assume is burning through your mind.

No, I did not know who the hell Wiz Khalifa was when I first saw this photo and therefore had to google him. The pages of photos that appeared were a veritable encyclopedia of everything Hot Hollywood Hell stands for. He's now bumped out Miley and taken over the lead in the race to be its poster child. Although, since they're obviously pals, maybe HHH can have poster children.

And by the way sweetheart, that's a great look you've decided on for oh, let's see, every one of the photos you are in.

If you're trying to distract us from the malfunctioning side-boob, it's not working. 

Plus, you're gross.

But I digress. Back to the Wiz.

Touching, isn't it? The new daddy in his pink velour vintage floral hoodie (WTF?) breathing his pot breath on his hours old son. Father. Of. The. Year.

And in case you were skeptical on that designation? Here's a quote from the Wiz from Huffingtonpost.com about how he feels honesty is the best policy in terms of raising your child around the wacky tobacky.

When E! News questioned Khalifa on his pot-smoking proclivities, the rapper said he had no plans to quit.

"I think it's all about how you're raised with it," he said. "Before there was a much more negative outtake on it. You know, pot and what it can do, and the effects of it."

"Of course, I'm not going to be smoking right there over the baby, because smoke in general and being high is not good for a kid. None of that. But definitely he's going to know what it is—and he'll know the difference between being a child and not being able to use it and being an adult and knowing how to use it."

Wise words, Wiz. I anticipate your little Wiz being a major baller in about 14 years (and I'm not just talkin' 'bout wearing his pants down low....or playing basketball).


3.  Anne Hathaway, wearing 'homeless woman haute de couture' (or, an Olsen twin. Hard to tell).

In case you were worried about her questionable fashion choices at the Oscars last week, worry not. 

Girl's pretty consistent, it seems.

Hot Hollywood Hell. Out. 

Switching gears, now.

But first, PALATE CLEANSER comin' atcha....

Okay, that's better. 

Moving on. 

I was so honored to receive the "Inspiring Blog Award" last week from Mackenzie over at Raising Wild Things. 

She's new to the blogging world (as in less than two weeks!) but she's already hit the ground running - as evidenced by the fact that she already received this award herself! Like most bloggy awards, there are rules. And like usual, I'm breaking them. I'm supposed to tell you 7 things about myself and pass the award on to 15 other bloggers. But since I have told you not just 7, but 23 useless tidbits about myself up there in the "meet the fam" tab, I don't want to be redundant. Check it out up top if you haven't already.

And as for passing the award on, I can't imagine having to choose only 15 bloggers who make me laugh and inspire me to become a better writer myself. So I'm taking the easy way out and passing it along to all the bloggers who I read and who've become virtual friends. You know who you are. (Yep, I'm looking at you.)

So that's all I've got for you today... 

I'm going to go wash my eyeballs out and scrub my brain to try to rid the images of Wiz and Miley.

Have a good Monday!