The woman pictured above is famed celebutante Courtney Stodden. If you’ve never heard of Courtney, consider yourself lucky and please find a new cave before someone tells you about her.
If you have heard of Courtney, it’s okay. There’s nothing to feel guilty about. It simply means you either read tabloid gossip blogs, watch reality shows and / or view celebrity sex tapes. Bonus points if it’s all three.
On her website this week, Courtney released a short character acting monologue. Via her website:
I’m fascinated by colorful characters and enjoy attempting to play them. I’m also interested in stretching myself as an actress and taking risks.
While doing some research online regarding crack addicted prostitutes living on the streets of Oklahoma City, I was moved by one woman’s story in particular. Afterward, I was inspired to see if I could ultimately do her justice by “playing” her in an acting scene. Thus, I created the character, “Tamra Munn” … and thought I’d share her with you.
Yep, Courtney Stodden released a video where she played a crack addicted Oklahoma City street prostitute named Tamra Munn. That sound you just heard was the Video Vigilante’s hands plowing through his ceiling.
Check out the clip:
Usually when a big event hits this state, like a tornado, earthquake or Confederate Flag rally, we like to lurk behind the scenes and let the legitimate media do their thing. Then we’ll come back a day or two later and recap what happened, make fun of the media coverage, Photoshop pics of Aaron Tuttle, etc. We do this because we’re lazy.
For Donald Trump’s visit to the Oklahoma State Fair, we changed the policy. This was a merging of two of our favorite sources of material – crazy politicians and fair freaks. Missing this would be like turning down tickets to watch Emily Sutton and Hipster Boo Boo mud wrestle. We had to be there.
So, I turned all official and requested some media passes with the fair. Miraculously, they were approved, and on Friday Marisa and I went to the Oklahoma State Fair to enjoy The Donald Trump Experience.
We walked inside the fair gates at around 3:45, a good two hours before the Donald would arrive. The first thing we did was grab some $6.50 beers and immediately debate whether or not it was an appropriate time to eat butter-drenched corn on the cob. Should we eat now and risk a gastric catastrophe an hour later, or play it safe and eat after the Trumpamania? It was a tough call. We agreed to play it safe and navigated our way to extremely dated, ugly and very beige Bandshell stage that was apparently last remodeled in 1976.
Even though Trump wouldn’t speak for nearly three more hours, there were already a few hundred people circled around the structure watching Konowa’s own EverFade play Rock 100.5 KATT-approved covers of Bush, Stone Temple Pilots and Pink Floyd. They also played an original song that I think was called “Don’t Meth With Me, Baby.” It was alright. Overall, EverFade reminded me of watching a group of friends play Rock Band in 2008.
After people-watching and singing along to Plush in the hotter than expected heat, Marisa and I searched for a building with air conditioning. We found the Modern Living Building that’s situated behind the stage. It should probably be renamed the As Seen On TV building, because if there’s an infomercial product in this world that you want to buy or try, they had it inside.
Here’s a pic of a guy showing off some fancy pots to a hungry crowd of onlookers:
Don’t worry. Christina Fallin didn’t get married at the Governor’s Mansion. At least we think she didn’t. You never know with that Hipster Boo Boo.
Adam Christensen – Mary Fallin’s “31-year-old engaged stepson who lived in a garage apartment at the mansion” from Trailergate fame – got hitched on Saturday night. From all accounts, it was a beautiful, lavish, loving affair. Here’s a pic of the couple:
Okay, wrong couple. That’s an Instagram of the wedding planners with their “mainstream faces.” Yes, Christina Fallin has now apparently added wedding planner to her growing list of occupations. Considering I didn’t see any examples of international art, Native American headdresses or goth hipster pink and black rose centerpieces in the wedding photos, I question how much of the planning she was involved with.
The bride was local model and I’m-pretty-sure-now-retired-Ogle Mole Elizabeth Proctor. Here’s a pic:
I’m back, snitches!
Clark Matthews, I’m back.
I helped found this site. Clark Matthews? Trust me, I used to be a big deal.
Also, I’m not really back. Patrick just asked me to write the college football recap for this week because Gravy was busy, which is kind of weird because I barely watch football unless someone on fantasy team is in action. I think it might be because I’m the only OSU fan who still talks to him despite, well, every tweet he’s ever posted. And since the Mighty Lady Beaters of the University of Oklahoma had the weekend off, he knows no Sooner fans are actually going to read this.
So let’s get to this College Football Musings thing…
Good morning and happy Monday everyone. I hope this last Monday of September proves to be a good one for you. For me, it was pretty hard to get out of bed. But that could be because I spent all Sunday celebrating birthdays and family time. Can I just say that all Sundays are the busiest days ever? But don’t let that deter you if you want to write MMT. I mean, you can probably manage your Sunday fun days better than me. If you’re interested in writing MMT, don’t forget to email TheLostOgle@gmail.com. And if you already contacted us, sit tight. We’ll be getting back to you soon!
Anyway, as always, I’ve gathered up all the tweets from last week and put them all in one place. Check them out after the jump!
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