Word: drunkness
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...Since we now know that the Ad Board is a secret cult, fueled by sadism and sacrifices, it makes sense that their first meeting was not until September 4th, just ten days before registration. This brought many personal dilemmas for me, including, but not limited to: Do I get drunk the night before the decision or the night of? Or, do I leave a burning bag of dog shit at my dean’s door or Drew Faust’s door if I don’t get back...
...even if NBC is just doing this because it is still bitter about losing the NFL to Fox, it is still a cheap drunk. "If we had signed the deal to stay with the AFC, we would have lost $150 million to $160 million a year," says NBC Sports chairman Dick Ebersol, who made McMahon an offer just hours after the WWF announced the league's launch. "So worst-case scenario to us would be a third of what we would have lost...
...Spears is certainly not the first celebrity to be captured in a subpar performance as a parent. Alec Baldwin recently called his 11-year-old daughter a "thoughtless little pig" in a voice mail; David Hasselhoff's 17-year-old daughter videotaped him lounging drunk on the floor of his Las Vegas hotel room, rambling and trying to eat a hamburger; and Michael Jackson dangled his child out a window to show off to fans. Baldwin's custody case is still pending, but the other two men have retained custody of their children...
...Henri Paul drunk? The accident theory relies on the jury believing that Henri Paul, the security guard who was driving the Mercedes the night of the crash, was under the influence of drink, drugs or both and lost control of the car. The murder theory depends on the jury agreeing that he was sober and that more sinister forces were responsible. On the one hand, blood tests performed on Paul's body put his blood alcohol level way over France's drink-driving limit. On the other, the same tests carried out on the same day by two different doctors...
...stayed in a hostel during my first night in Paris. In the morning, after being prematurely roused by Australian backpackers and still-drunk Brazilians, I doddered down to the lobby for a complimentary breakfast and a second rude awakening. My illusions of Paris were quickly shattered during that meal: not only by the stale croissant, but by the horrors of MTV France.I had arrived in the patrie of Edith Piaf, Serge Gainsbourg, and Daft Punk—and in the summer of Justice, no less, the Parisian duo whose “D.A.N.C.E.” was omnipresent in America...