Ha! Get it? Because he is a little person!

Apparently Roloff got his DUI last month coming back from a little get together after having a little too much to drink and didn’t display even a little common sense when he decided drive home.  You can hardly blame him though.  It all happens so fast.  You are having a good time at a party with your god-given excuse to look up chick’s dresses and you decide you’ve had enough of this lame farm party.  He quickly grabs his crutches, has someone hand him his keys, then finds a place to sit down and has a buddy help him tie his wooden “driving blocks” to his feet so he can reach the peddles, then gets out the car and has someone else help him in and tuck his cructches in the back seat and off he goes!  I think even the most law-biting citizen could see how one could forget that he is too drunk to drive when you take off in such a rush. 

via Oh No They Didn’t

Is anyone else out there on Pownce?

If so friend the hell out of me! http://pownce.com/flynn

If not, do you want an invite?  I have 6.

Congratulations world!  We have stepped a little farther back away from the edge of apocalypse.

Finally, someone with the last name of Hilton tossed a bitch slap Paris’ way!  The big daddy Hilton has cut her out of the will, effectively taking 60 million dollars out of her…I don’t know where chicks keep their money…um…bra?

Family patriarch Barron Hilton was already embarrassed by his
granddaughter’s wild behavior – notably when her home sex video was
leaked on the internet.
But the 79-year-old considered her 23-day sentence last month the last straw, a Hilton biographer says.
“He
was, and is, extremely embarrassed by how the Hilton name has been
sullied by Paris,” says (a source).  “He now doesn’t want to leave
unearned wealth to his family.”
Barron Hilton, the only member of
the family left with a sizeable stake in the huge hotel chain, has let
it be known that he intends to donate to charity the $2.4bn he will
gain from this month’s sale of the company to the Conrad N. Hilton
Foundation, the charity set up in the name of the founder of the family
business.

Not only that, but the Simple Life has finally been canceled.  The rumor is that Paris hated doing the show and was hoping for its death for sometime…but that was all before she lost 60 million dollars.  Me thinks she wouldn’t mind another season right about now.

via News.com and WWTDD.com

After nearly a month long hiatus, Hell Yeah Bitch! .com has decided to once again drop our drawers, squat down and squeeze out our particular brand of not-quite-hate-speech observations in to the tubes that make up our little nerd club I like to call the internet. 

So what’s happened since I’ve been gone?  Really, nothing.  Lindsay was a coke-head drunk when I went on my break, and now it appears that is still the case.  

I’d remind you that Britney is still bat-shit wacko, but I think even our 87 year old grandmothers already knew that.

Oh and there is serious stuff going on too I think. Something about a war. I’m assuming its between Pepsi and Coke. Those companies seem to really hate each other.

I think thats all.

We now return you to your regularly scheduled Hell Yeah Bitch! .com…

I love everything about this.

The community on Vimeo, my personal favorite video sharing site, has a thing for lipdubs:

Lip Dub – Flagpole Sitta by Harvey Danger from amandalynferri and Vimeo.

Well a challenge has been put forth in their forums for someone to successfully lip dub REM’s “Its The End of the World As We Know It”. Up for the challenge? Here are the lyrics:

That’s great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, don’t misserve your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn’t coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it’ll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves it’s
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right – right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

Six o’clock – TV hour. Don’t get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear – cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.

The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mountains sit in a line.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it.
It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine…fine…