'Butter and Sugar Makes Everything Taste Better': Cooking With Honey Boo Boo and Mama Is as Gross as You'd Suspect

Rich Juzwiak · 01/14/13 12:45PM

On last night's Here Comes Honey Boo Boo Thanksgiving special (yeah, I have no idea why they did that with the scheduling — I guess this show takes months to finesse?), Mama June introduced the world to the concept of a "multi-meal." A "multi-meal" is what happens when you "just like throw whatever you have available in the cabinets in a bowl." The secret ingredient, though, is TLC's sound effects, which make June's already gross kneading ("Your hands are your best utensils") that much grosser.

Boobs, Feuds, Freakouts and Fahts: 2012 In Trashy TV

Rich Juzwiak · 12/28/12 05:55PM

Above is a five-minute clip reel of many of the things that aired on TV this year that made me almost pee myself. These are over-the-top and entirely out of context, so if you want a little more background, you can check out the original posts (or, in the few cases that a clip was not yet posted on this site, the source material). Full list follows:

Rich Juzwiak · 12/17/12 06:00PM

The Honey Boo Boo family's Christmas card finds everyone looking very Hollywood and chic. Haha, no it doesn't.

Honey Boo Boo and Mama June 'Flip the Script' on Christopher Walken, Read Lines from His Films

Neetzan Zimmerman · 10/17/12 11:40AM

The Screen Junkies Show is riding high on the success of last week's episode, which featured Seven Psychopaths stars Christopher Walken, Colin Farrell, and Sam Rockwell reciting lines from TLC's Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, so they decided to "flip the script" and give Here Comes Honey Boo Boo stars Honey Boo Boo Child and Mama June a chance to respond in kind by reenacting scenes from Christopher Walken's appropriately wacky repertoire.

A Portrait of a Portrait of an American Family: A Day With the Here Comes Honey Boo Boo Clan

Rich Juzwiak · 09/26/12 10:35AM

Somewhere on the brief walk from the Macon Mall's Spencer Gifts to rue21, a bright discount store glittering with pageant-level tackiness but no pretensions of refinement, somebody farted. Loudly. It was in the potential earshot of the staring kiosk workers in the Georgia mall, the mass of people who were trailing the nine of us, and even the paparazzi 20 yards ahead.