Blog Guy, I know you cover all the big fashion shows, and my sister-in-law’s ventriloquist told me there were some HUGE celebs at Lisbon Fashion Week this year. Can you give us some names?
Blog Guy, I’m worried sick! It’s been four days since we left Paris Hilton promoting her shoes in Istanbul, and we’ve heard nothing from her. I’m going to start checking the hospitals.
Blog Guy, can you please settle a bet with my handyman’s numismatist?
Oh please! More random bets between unlikely random professions? What does this coin collector say?
Blog Guy, I saw a bunch of photos of a zombie movie being made, with Brad Pitt, and it looked like it was in Philadelphia.
Blog Guy, I’m confused. I was walking past a toy shop in London and I saw a doll that looked like Prince William.
Blog Guy, you haven’t written about any new signs of that onrushing Apocalypse recently. Is it safe to come out of the panic room?
Blog Guy, what’s the latest “in” pet for celebrities to have? Are they still carrying those tiny dogs in their purses?
I think I have some pretty good news here, and right now I’m talking to you single guys.
Blog Guy, you look exhausted! What’s wrong?
This happens every year. As we gear up for the summer season at the Goofy Face Museum and Doughnut Shop, folks come out of the woodwork to audition, desperately trying to be part of the new show.
Blog Guy, I see in the trade publications that your blog just hit a new milestone.