And you, honey, are no Marilyn.
McBoing brings you the only Ann Coulter interview you’ll ever actually want to listen to.
Ann, Only Marilyn Could Get Away With Being That Late
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You know, I hate Adam Carolla and yet that really was worth my time.
Any kind of a transcript available for us nonhearing folks?
So wonderful. So so wonderful.
Aw man, I actually felt bad for Ann. That was kind of scathing. Funny though!
anon, the gist:
She called in to the show, and Adam put her on saying “we have Ann Coulter on the phone, who was supposed to be here and hour and a half ago”. Ann bitched that someone had given her the “wrong number” and Adam said, “so what did you do, just dial randomly until you got the right one?”
She said no, her publicist had given it to her and then sniped “I’m very tight for time here.” Adam said, “Oh? Well, then get lost.” And hung up on her.
:)
Others in the the studio said things like “did you just hang up on Ann Coulter?” and “I think that was the only interview ever where she didn’t say anything offensive.”
Adam said, “Don’t call an hour and a half late and tell me you’re ‘tight for time’. I’m tight for time too, and I don’t have time for bitches.”
Awesome. I can only imagine the shrieks of rage and destruction of phone and anything else handy from Ann’s end of the brief conversation.
Hate to go off topic, but here is a low blow from Sports Illustrated via CNN. Apparently, when men can’t play soccer better than other men, it’s the fault of those partying, shopping chicks:
1. Wacky World Cup note: The soccer might be over, but not the strange goings-on. Monday brought reports that England’s Football Association might ban wives and girlfriends from attending future international tournaments. It seems that some are blaming England’s disappointing World Cup performance on the distractions caused by Posh Spice and other extremely thin yet well-endowed women. The group of wives and girlfriends was dubbed the Wags by, well, wags in the press. Among other feats in Germany, the Wags dropped about $105,000 in an hour’s worth of communal shopping and danced on tabletops after running up bar tabs of more than $700. Many of the Wags stayed together at the same hotel, which created what the linked story felicitously calls a “paparazzi honeypot.” For what it’s worth, the FA is denying the story.
So did Beckham leave the field to carry Posh’s shopping bags? Was the table dance audible during penalty kicks. GOOD GRIEF CHARLIE BROWN.
Apparently, someone is looking for a scapegoat for the fact that England has not won the biggest tournament in its national sport in forty years, despite some talented players and some good teams. I might point out that the Red Sox had a bit of a dry spell there, despite some talented players and some good teams. Talking about curses is just silliness. The level of competition is high and all England can do is to assemble the best squad and play the best games it can. Nothing tells me that the England side were distracted: they were simply good but not good enough on the right days. That’s the way it goes.
Yes, leaving the players up to their own devices, sans girlfriends or wives, is a great idea.
Exact transcript here.
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