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From the producer of The Tooth Fairy, The Santa Clause 3, and if I had to guess - The Zookeeper - comes The Bling Ring - a Lifetime Channel/Disney Channel style mashup about a gang of teenagers in Los Angeles who break into celebrity homes and steal a bunch of worthless crap worth millions. 
After ripping this movie and all of its unbelievable details to shreds, I come to find out that it's actually based on a true story. But, seeing that this is what the real girl looked like:
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I think we can pretty much look at this movie as a piece of fiction. 
The movie starts with Zack Garvey (As soon as Zack gets out of the car, along comes the stereotypical, superficial, Asian chick, named Natalie (After school, Natalie convinces Zack to let her drive him home, and she invites herself into his house. There we see a million framed head-shots of Zack that his mom has hung up as a reminder that he used to be a good kid who auditioned for cereal commercials and said things like "there's no hope with dope." It is a real tragedy that he will never again be exploited by an overbearing stage mother. 
Under the eyes of a thousand creepy head-shots, Zack introduces his lingerie clad hooker friend to his mom: 

Mom: You must be a friend of Zack's?
Natalie: Weren't you in Dirty Dancing?
Mom: I'm so glad Zack is making friends.
Natalie: You really shouldn't have done that to your no -
Mom: I know. 

After revealing that Zack's dad is super cool and does payroll for a movie studio, Natalie decides that the two of them must crash a party that Zack knows about at Club Bosso. Cue the Rodeo Drive shopping montage where Natalie shoplifts a studded leather wrist cuff and Zack unintentionally distracts the saleslady by hyperventilating into a paper bag. They were made for each other! Let the crime spree begin! 
The plot of the story eventually gets going, with Zack and Natalie showing up to a party at Paris Hilton's house, only to discover that nobody is there, and that Paris Hilton doesn't lock her doors. Not only does she not lock her doors, but she also doesn't lock her gates or have any sort of security whatsoever. They walk right in and start ransacking clothes from her closet, eventually selling them to a creep named Vin who looks a lot like Matt Dillon. We'll call him Lifetime's Version of Matt Dillon (LVMD) and probably never refer to him again. 
Now comes my favorite part. We meet Detective Archie Fishman, played by In another scene, Fishman is reading a copy of US Weekly for police "research," and his wife reminds him that he's only working on this stupid case in order to put his daughter through college. I'm going to go out on a limb here and guess that the actor himself has a daughter in college and desperately needed some cash. I heard your hidden message, Tom. I heard it, and I forgive you. 
Eventually we get to meet Zack's dad who is an emotionally abusive ass, intent on ruining family dinners with conversations about how his son is a huge failure. "Is that what you spend all day thinking about? Getting into night clubs?"  Cut to a classic scene of Zack's parents sitting down to a two layer sheet cake all by themselves because Zack (the screw-up) is "out with his friends." There's even a Happy Birthday banner on the wall like the Dad is six years old, and there are fucking party hats on the table. Even if the Dad were the nicest guy in the world and the inventor of Disneyland, I wouldn't expect a teenager to show up to that shit. 
While the birthday party is in full swing, Zack, Natalie, and Natlie's girlfriends are continuing to rob celebrity homes, including Audrina Patridge, Megan Fox, and eventually Orlando Bloom. All of these celebs have surveillance cameras that aren't hooked up to any sort of alarm system. Actually, I'm pretty sure they are just broadcast straight to YouTube. Detective Fishman, and an assortment of other serious actors who may have since ended their acting careers and lives, sit around the police station trying to figure out who the perpetrators are based on these surveillance tapes (which, if they only pushed the damn Zoom button, they would be able to figure out in about ten seconds since none of the kids are wearing masks). 
[image error] A sad day for serious actorsInstead, the cops set up a fake Facebook account and post one message that says "Looking for high end designer clothing, previous owner must be famous." Then they go have coffee, and probably donuts. Fine job, boys. 
If you want to skip ahead to where the movie starts to "get real," just go to 1:09.  Zack is confronted by Detective Fishman and has it out with his ass of a Dad (a/k/a Ass Dad).  "I tried so hard to be proud of you!" yells Ass Dad. "You're jealous of me!" fires back Zack. "Why would anyone be jealous of you?" says Ass Dad "Can't you just admit that you're a screw up?"  Ouch.  Once you've said that phrase to your child you've pretty much sealed the deal on eventually being sent away to a nursing home.  
The movie goes on in this manner for way too long, until the kids finally get caught after robbing Orlando Bloom's house. Zack wants LVMD to get caught, so he sells him a watch that he immediately posts to Detective Fishman's lame Facebook page.  Using a SEARCH search:
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and a couple of Encyclopedia Brown books, Detective Fishman gets the evidence he needs to arrest everybody.  I don't really know the details. The movie was horrible and I got up to make popcorn and feed the cats right before it ended.
The movie ends with Zack waxing poetic into his webcam as the police are on their way to arrest him. We never do find out if they go to jail, or if Ass Dad has a well-deserved coronary. If you're really interested you can check out the whole story on Wikipedia. But really, it's best if you just forget this whole thing ever happened. 
Tom Irwin will thank you.

Bickman-Bergmeyer employee, Daryl Pitman, 47, died yesterday after a failed attempt at grabbing the low-hanging fruit.

"It was just so sad," said Administrative Assistant, Donna Carr. "We all saw it happen. Our boss, Larry, had just gotten through telling us that in these tough economic times we need to go after the low-hanging fruit. The next thing we know, Daryl's outside crumpled on the ground, the low-hanging fruit crushed beneath his massive frame. He was in no shape to attempt that."

Pitman, who was all amped up on caffeine and corporate jargon after a two hour meeting about business development, returned to his desk to send what would become his final email to the office.

"I'm going to go for it," the email simply read.

At 3:00 p.m. Pitman took a running start from the west entrance of the building, got maybe a quarter of an inch off the ground, and then went down like a tranquilized water buffalo. One pathetic orange and a couple of berries fell to the ground below, most likely knocked loose by a frightened squirrel, and were later identified by upper management as "totally useless."

"It was the low-hanging fruit, for Christ sake," said Branch Manager, Larry Marshall. "By definition, it requires no effort to grab. You'd think anyone could handle it. But apparently when you're 5' 9", 290 pounds, even that's too much to ask." Marshall shook his head in disgust at the fruit stained chalk outline below his window.

Coworkers remember Pitman as someone who always tried to do his best for the company, regardless of human physical limitations.

"I remember one time in 2008," said Carr, "when he tried so hard to give 110%. He'd get up to 100% and then he'd scrunch his face up real hard and start sweating. It was sweet. He ended up with a hiatal hernia and two bleeding ulcers, but I'll be damned if we didn't sign four new clients that year."

This video just makes me realize how much awesome stuff is on the Internet that I probably don't know about:

A new, and most likely extremely scientific, study has found that working women only look their best for 2 hours and 22 minutes each day (from when they leave their house until about 10:03 a.m.).   I can believe that.  My straightened hair is usually curled up before I'm even done feeding the cats.  By the time 10:03 rolls around most office workers have been sobbing for an hour and a half, and that will smudge anyone's mascara.  Add in rocking back and forth in your chair with your face buried in your hands and wiping Chipotle off your chin with a paper napkin, and you're bound to look a little less than perfect by the end of the day.

25% of women polled also said that the more makeup they applied in the morning, the better they felt throughout the day.  I don't buy that for a second.  Mimi was a total bitch ALL day. 

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I'm going to be all mom-like now and tell all you other moms about this great piece of mom technology called the Dapper Snapper:



It snaps around your toddler's belt loops in the back and holds up all their pants that you thought were too big. No longer does your child have to look like Steve Urkel because the only pants that fit his waist are too high above his ankles.

P. S. If you find that even with the Dapper Snapper your kid still looks like Steve Urkel, well, then you have yourself a problem.

I couldn't help but laugh when I noticed that National Boss Day (Sunday, October 16th) was listed on my Dunkin Donuts calendar as "National Boss Day Observed," on Monday, October 17th. I know that a calendar that commemorates Cream Filled Donut Day and Croissant Day (I'm lookin' at you January 30th) should not be taken seriously. But I need to ask - is there anybody out there who actually celebrates National Boss Day? 
I mean, I like my bosses. I'm lucky that they've always treated me well. But I'm not going to buy them a Macy's gift card and a bouquet of tulips. Why? 1) Because they're men, and 2) they make four times as much money as I do. Besides, isn't doing my job well a gift in itself? Every time I type a letter without typos, or print a document without punching the bejesus out of the printer, it's as if I am telling my bosses "I respect you." When you cater to somebody's every whim and scramble around trying to make sure everything they ask for is done quickly - that makes every day Boss Day. Much like every day is Two Year Old Kid Day. If you haven't figured that much out yet, you probably find yourself getting fired a lot. 
I read an article suggesting taking your boss out to lunch or for coffee to celebrate. Obviously they don't realize that Edward Cullen, C3PO, and my bosses don't actually consume food. Sure they walk around crinkling energy bar wrappers and loudly asking each other if they want anything from Wendy's, but that's all for show. All the coffee they appear to drink really just drains into bottles that they store inside their hollowed out android legs. Clearly, taking them out for lunch or coffee would be a colossal waste of time.
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So, Dunkin Donuts calendar, why don't we just leave National Boss Day where it belongs - on Sunday. That way we can celebrate it from our respective homes without having to see each other until Monday. In the meantime, I will leave you with an example of a boss who actually does deserve recognition on National Boss Day...and one who should probably just die:

Boss who deserves to be honored:When the Malden Mills factory in Methuen, MA burned down in 1995, Aaron Feuerstein used the insurance money to continue paying 3,000 employees their salaries (plus full benefits) while the factory was rebuilt. In 1998 he was awarded the Peace Abbey Courage of Conscience Award.

Boss who does not:When Ashley Alford was sitting on the stockroom floor of Aaron's furniture store in 2005, her boss Richard Moore came up behind her and put his penis on her head.

Glad to see my career is the number 3 most popular in the U.S. Most likely this is because ANYBODY CAN DO IT.


Via: Business Insurance Hub

I wonder if my boss will forget about himself.

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