D-list idiots who KNOW they are has-beens, try and get voted off a bad show. Whatever.
That shit pales next to the boring celebrity games on FARCEBOOK and TWATTER.
Desperate D-listers are SO fucking needy. They still want to be admired even when they're retired, living in a cabin somewhere, and have lost their looks (but post pix of themselves from 50 years ago).
They do get their "reward." All they have to do is post ANYTHING and the 5,000 (or less) fans who are in awe of "friending" a D-lister come to life:
"Great news!" "Love it!" "You are the best!" "I remember (name the TV show or movie) and LOVE YOU!"
The D-lister then ignores and doesn't even LIKE these remarks. That's the mark of a STAHHHHH.
Recently one of these D-listers pulled the double dip. She went on FARCEBOOK to post a link to her TWITTER account.
No, I have no idea why she didn't simply use FARCEBOOK to post that picture of her dilapidated home in the middle of nowhere.
It's not like she doesn't know how to post pix on FARCEBOOK. Maybe she was trying to get more TWATTER followers?
Meanwhile, isn't it a bit of a snub to simply show the OUTSIDE of your home? As in: "No, you don't get a picture of ME. Stay OUT and stare at the OUTSIDE of MY home."
You could predict what happened. Several well-meaning slavey and mediocre dimwits instantly posted, "Glad you're enjoying your evening!"
Over 60 idiots FAVORITED this tweet...as if they'd do that if a friend or relative posted a photo of their fucking house!
Responeses included "Have a great time!" "Your house looks wonderful!" and "Can you tell me if you still own the blue shoes you wore in "Has Been in Blue Shoes," that great made-for-TV movie you did?"
I keed. But she did get similar trivia questions, and like EVERY celebrity, she IGNORED 'em.
Maybe she IGNORED 'em because some other D-lister told her "don't get TOO close to your Farcebook Friends or Twatter followers. Let them know YOU are too important for THAT."
I swear (FUCK, CRAP, JESUS FUCKIN' CHRIST) I can't understand why star-struck dimwits (hello, Hooberstank) care about this shit. I got so sick of the rock idiot who kept saying every Friday, "Have a happy Friday" and stuff like, "I'm here in Starbucks. I'm having a Bolivian mocha Latte." This, followed by a link to his latest failure of a song on BandCamp. But he has never run out of dimwits who respond to this with "Have a great Friday to you, too," and "Looks scrumptuous! Yum!" and...that's all. NOBODY ever complimented him on his latest shitty song or said they went to BandCamp and heard it.
Now, here's a D-lister in her 80's, and she's on Farcebook to tell the world she fucked Eric Fleming 50 years ago.
She seems to think this dead guy is in Heaven, on a laptop, reading her Farcebook post.
For those unfamiliar with this poor, sad former B-movie sex symbol, she is known mostly as the dubious heroine in a few low budget horror and crime films. Mostly, she's known for being a party girl who fucked a lot of famous guys including Howard Hughes.
(For those of you unfamiliar with the show, "Rawhide" was a fairly mediocre Western that benefited from Frankie Laine's hit version of the theme song. Fleming was the star, but it was co-star Clint Eastwood who everyone paid attention to. Clint left the show to become a movie star. Fleming, pathetically enough, was making some crappy B-movie after the show folded, and drowned. He was filming it on location in some obscure country. Nobody much cared.)
Flelming probably has a Farcebook fan page somewhere, "owned" by some bitchy, bossy "mod" who either keeps a candle burning all night in his memory, or keeps it up her fanny all night while she pretends it's him. "That proves I'm his biggest fan." Yeah, but don't show us a photo, we'll take your word.
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