From Model Mayhem:
“Hello world! I am on here for fun and to network. I am in the process of finalizing representation, so I am open to any offers. I love to model! I’m all about constant growth and learning.”
Yum!!!
From Model Mayhem:
“Hello world! I am on here for fun and to network. I am in the process of finalizing representation, so I am open to any offers. I love to model! I’m all about constant growth and learning.”
Yum!!!
From mentalfloss:

Aficionados disagree, sometimes violently, on the correct ratio of gin to dry vermouth that makes a transcendent martini, and the debate over the true origin of the martini can be just as contentious. Some claim that it’s simply a dryer version of an older cocktail called the Martinez; Martinez, California, the birthplace of this cocktail, thus stakes its claim to the title of birthplace of the martini. Others postulate that the drink’s name simply comes from Martini & Rossi, an Italian company that’s been exporting its vermouths to the U.S. since the 19th century. Still others claim that the drink was created by and named for Martini di Arma di Taggia, the bartender at New York’s Knickerbocker Hotel, although there’s evidence that the cocktail may have been invented well before he started mixing drinks.
From Huffington Post:
Comedian Ricky Gervais has caught flack over comments he made about overweight people in an audio, and has taken to his blog to defend himself.
In a new audiobook, The Ricky Gervais Guide To Medicine, the 47-year-old calls (via The Telegraph) people who get stomach surgery to lose weight “lazy fucking fat pigs” who should go for a run instead:
“I really don’t know why a doctor under a hippocratic oath takes the risk of something going badly wrong, sometimes with general anaesthetic, because someone can’t be bothered to go for a fucking run.”They have bits sliced off and tied up and sucked out. I want to say to them, ‘You lazy f—ing fat pig. Just go for a run and stop eating burgers. You might fucking die’.
“If your arse is too fucking fat, stop eating and go for a run.”
I might be with Ricky on this one. The “fat kid” is always my favorite character in a movie.
Narayan says:
“I am interested in meeting new and interesting people. My passions are music, modeling, dancing, and film. So, not only will I do shoots, but I can perform events either solo or with my band. I am also interested in doing creative/artistic shoots.”
Soooooooo David Bowie.
From Asylum:
Buying pre-popped popcorn in the age of microwaves seems to be a bit lazy. It also turns out to be a bad idea to steal it.
A stickup man named Tyree Brown was arrested in California last week after he fled the scene of his robbery, leaving a trail of popcorn kernels in his wake.
Brown evidently took the popcorn and other items from a Food Stop store early on New Year’s Day. When police got to the scene of the crime they found popcorn on the ground that led from the store to a nearby apartment complex — and to one unit in particular. When the cops entered the apartment, they found that the trail continued to Brown and the items he had pilfered.
Questions Raised: What sort of slick lawyer maneuvering could get Mr. Brown off the hook? Should the folks at Redenbacher’s incorporate this story into their marketing plan?
From Gawker:
Did Travolta hire his unqualified gay lover to care for an ill child, who then died on the faux nanny’s watch? If so, you won’t read about it in the trashiest of Internet tabloids.
A TMZ.com story on the death of John Travolta’s 16-year-old son, Jett, mentioned that he was found by family nanny Jeff Kathrein — but it didn’t run a famous picture of Travolta kissing Kathrein.
In 2006, Kathrein and Travolta were caught by paparazzi locking lips. The Travolta camp’s official explanation: Why, John kisses everyone like that! But in the wake of a teenager’s death, no one stopped to ask who the man who found him dead is, and what his relationship was to the kid’s father.