No kidding.

"Flavor of Love," not "Flavor of Friendship"

I've always wondered what exactly makes people want to go on a reality show. Sure, you get your fifteen minutes of fame, but you usually end up looking pretty shallow, stupid and detestable in the process. I guess I'll never understand, but I did just learn (thanks to Best Week Ever) that these people are NOT THERE TO MAKE FRIENDS.

Happy Fourth, from me and the Muppets

I promise not to leave this on autoplay forever.

And here is Cameron

I can't not post this on my blog, sorry

Because I love this dancing bear. And Lil' John.