Seen above throwing a “lord, please don’t tell me a Mexican is touching me” side-eye, Paula Deen issued a statement through her rep saying that she doesn’t use racial slurs and she doesn’t like it when others use racial slurs so will the KKK please stop asking her to make a Klan robe butter sculpture for their next meeting. Paula’s rep said this:
“Ms. Deen does not condone or find the use of racial epithets acceptable. She is looking forward to her day in court.”
Paula’s rep shot out that statement after The National Enquirer published two pieces from the deposition she gave for a lawsuit made against her and her brother Bubba (BUBBA) by the former GM of their restaurant in Savannah. The Baroness of Butter testified that yeah, she’s said the n-word before and she also talked about the time she practically got a twinkle in her nipples from being served by black men in white suits at a restaurant. The entire transcript from Paula’s depo has shown up online (click here if you need it in your life) and TMZ posted the part where she talks about using the N-word. Paula says that she hasn’t mouth shat out the N-word in a while, but she remembers saying it all the way back in 1986 when she was working as a bank teller and a black man stuck a gun at her head during a robbery.
Lawyer: Have you ever used the N-word yourself?
Paula: Yes, of course.
Lawyer: Okay. In what context?
Paula: Well, it was probably when a black man burst into the bank that I was working at and put a gun to my head.
Lawyer: Okay. And what did you say?
Paula: Well, I don’t remember, but the gun was dancing all around my temple … I didn’t — I didn’t feel real favorable towards him.
Lawyer: Okay. Well, did you use the N-word to him as he pointed a gun in your head at your face?
Paula: Absolutely not.
Lawyer: Well, then, when did you use it?
Paula: Probably in telling my husband.
The lawyer asked Paula if the N-word has made an appearance on her tongue since then and she says it has, but she doesn’t really remember exactly when. But the lawyer wanted specific times so he kept poking.
Lawyer: Has it occurred with sufficient frequency that you cannot recall all of the various context in which you’ve used it?
Paula: No, no.
Lawyer: Well, then tell me the other context in which you’ve used the N-word?
Paula: I don’t know, maybe in repeating something that was said to me.
Lawyer: Like a joke?
Paula: No, probably a conversation between blacks. I don’t — I don’t know. But that’s just not a word that we use as time has gone on. Things have changed since the ’60s in the south. And my children and my brother object to that word being used in any cruel or mean behavior. As well as I do.
Then the lawyer brought up that story about how Paula told her staff that she’d love to cater an event where black men in white suits serve everyone. The lawyer asked if she dropped the N-word to describe the waiters and the she said:
“No, because that’s not what these men were. They were professional black men doing a fabulous job.’”
I remember seeing Paula on that fancy TV version of Ancestry.com called Who Do You Think You Are? Paula found out that her ancestors from the 1700s, or something, were slave owners and she said she was shocked and started to cry out buttery tears. Now I know that Paula wasn’t crying tears of sadness. She was crying tears of joy and pride!
Well, I guess reading though that hash tag while getting drunk on red wine and lime Hansen’s is one way to spend Juneteenth.
If you just heard someone screaming, “What the fuck!?“, that was me after reading that James Gandolfini died suddenly in Italy today. Deadline, CNN and TMZ says that James was in Sicily for the 59th Taormina Film Festival and he was supposed to make an appearance this weekend. It hasn’t been confirmed what he died from, but it’s been reported that he had a heart attack. James was only 51.
Before The Sopranos, James played the crazy lady-beating mobster Virgil in True Romance, the crazy Russian mobster Ben Pinkwater in Terminal Velocity and a mob enforcer in The Juror. He played a lot of mobsters and he played them well. After The Sopranos, which he won 3 Emmys for, he had roles in Welcome to the Rileys, Where the Wild Things Are, The Incredible Burt Wonderstone, Cinema Verite and Zero Dark Thirty. James’ last movie, Animal Rescue, which also stars Tom Hardy and an adorable pit bull puppy, comes out next year.
James is survived by his wife Deborah Lin, their 8-month-old daughter and his teenage son from a previous marriage. I know, he just had a baby. Well, this is awful and I usually listen to “Don’t Stop Believin” once a day, but not today.
Rest in peace, James Gandolfini.
Courtney Stodden got a pair of silicone titty bags installed and celebrated by posing in a totally natural photo shoot. The porn iguana truly is a masterful model, because look at how she makes a sensual dead-eyed face as the skin on her chest slowly rips open – The Superficial
The model who RPattz kisses in his Dior ad should really be put in the Twihard Protection Program, because they’re coming after her – Lainey Gossip
It’s the early 80s so Paul Rudd really needs some side beard creeping out of his chonies to make this look authentic – Towleroad
Miley Cyrus and her attention whore tongue star in VICE: The Music Video – Hollywood Tuna
Something your eyes really didn’t need today: Backdoor Farrah’s uncensored topless surgery picture – (NSFW) Drunken Stepfather
Beyonce’s next album is going to take a while because she’s still deciding who she wants to copy from – The Berry
Melissa Etheridge should’ve just called it a day and say “AH’M TEAM ANISTON FOREVER!” – Celebitchy
Shailene Woodley got cut from The Amazing Spider-Man 2 – Just Jared
I wish that after Jenny McCarthy put a spoonful of that salad in her mouth, the photographer told her that the dressing is made with vaccines – ICYDK
It feels like Busy Phillips’ is doing it the Jessica Simpson way by staying pregnant for years – Popoholic
Oh look, Kim Kartrashian just happened to be in front of a camera…. while in a bikini…. five days before giving birth – Popsugar
The only thing about Matt Lauer that’s 9 inches, extra girthy and salivating at the tip is his ego – SOW
The fashion world will never be the same again: The Men’s Wearhouse dude got fired – Hollywood Rag
Selena Gomez is scrubbing the Justin Bieber off of her body with a ginger bush – I’m Not Obsessed
NOOOOO!!!! Now who will write songs about black mascara tears that I’ll listen to on my headphones when nobody’s around? – Videogum
Bad news for gold diggers, Bethenny Frankelstein isn’t getting married again – Reality Tea
“Whatever happened to Freddie Prinze Jr.?” is the question I ask myself every single day – HuffPo
The Glitter Gays of YouTube just got their new captains – Jezebel
The Twatlight fan fiction turned best-selling novel, Fifty Shades of Grey, is really going to be made into a movie and today Universal Pictures and Focus Features broke Gus Van Zant’s boner by giving the directing job to Sam Taylor-Johnson. Sam Taylor-Johnson directed 2009′s Nowhere Boy and also made babies with that hot young bag of muscles in a curly mop known as Aaron Taylor-Johnson. Sam will direct a script by Kelly Marcel. Michael De Luca, one of the movie’s producers, said this to Deadline about hiring STJ:
“Sam’s unique ability to gracefully showcase complex relationships dealing with love, emotion and sexual chemistry make her the ideal director to bring Christian and Anastasia’s relationship to life. EL James’ characters and vivid storytelling require a director who is willing to take risks and push the envelope where needed, and Sam is a natural fit.”
What he really meant to say is: “We believe that Sam Taylor-Johnson and Kelly Marcel can turn a total piece of shit book into the kind of soft-core piece of shit movie that’ll make millions of middle-aged women throw their money at us while their crotch drowns in panty pudding. Every movie theater is installing a drain underneath each seat as you read this statement.”
And since Aaron Taylor-Johnson is so pretty in the face, she should cast him as the chick. And she should take pity on that weird ass Armie Hammer by casting him as Christian Grey. It’s obvious that he misses pulling hair and slapping ass cheeks during sex. You can practically hear the tears loading in his eyes sockets as he fake smiles while saying that he respects his feminist wife too much to get kinky with her. So yeah, I’ll totally put down an internal organ (that’s the average price of a movie ticket now, right?) to watch Armie Hammer yank on Aaron Taylor-Johnson’s mop.
Prayer circle around the ho stroll, international supermodel and blockbuster movie star (see: her spotlight-stealing role in Get Smart) Phoebe Price is down, but not out, in Beverly Hills. Last week and this week Dlisted was broke down, busted and going through some serious crap and now here’s a broke down, busted PP shuffling along the ho stroll yesterday on crutches. This is not a coincidence. When the patron saint of Dlisted, PP, bleeds, the site bleeds. When PP goes down, Dlisted goes down. So yeah, I blame all of this on her.
And the paps say that PP busted her ass, literally. She bruised and broke her nalgas, which I’m sure looks like two uncooked sourdough round loaves covered in cinnamon. I’m always up PP’s ass and then PP busts her ass and then Dlisted breaks. It all makes sense now.
During an interview with Rolling Stone, Serena Williams spilled out her thoughts about the Steubenville rape case, which was a good thing, because so many of us were aimlessly wandering around the land, not knowing what to think about that case until we heard what Serena Williams’ thoughts about it were. The TV was on during her talk with Rolling Stone and when news about the Steubenville rape case came on, she shook her head and said she wasn’t blaming the victim and then she went on to blame the victim.
“Do you think it was fair, what they got? They did something stupid, but I don’t know. I’m not blaming the girl, but if you’re a 16-year-old and you’re drunk like that, your parents should teach you—don’t take drinks from other people. She’s 16, why was she that drunk where she doesn’t remember? It could have been much worse. She’s lucky. Obviously I don’t know, maybe she wasn’t a virgin, but she shouldn’t have put herself in that position, unless they slipped her something, then that’s different.”
I didn’t know I was related to Serena Williams! One of my relatives (I’m not naming names) once said to me that she went to the club the night before and couldn’t believe how slutty the girls were dressed. They were begging to be raped. My relative was wearing leopard print capri leggings, bronze wedges and a lime green peasant blouse while she said this, so her outfit told me that her closet was begging to be put out of its misery.
After Serena basically said that Heineken should change their tagline to “Drink Responsibly or You’ll Get Raped,” many people screamed at Serena like they were her and she was a linesman official. So Serena wrote up a statement on her website and sort of said that she didn’t really say that:
“What happened in Steubenville was a real shock for me. I was deeply saddened. For someone to be raped, and at only sixteen, is such a horrible tragedy! For both families involved – that of the rape victim and of the accused. I am currently reaching out to the girl’s family to let her know that I am deeply sorry for what was written in the Rolling Stone article. What was written – what I supposedly said – is insensitive and hurtful, and I by no means would say or insinuate that she was at all to blame.
I have fought all of my career for women’s equality, women’s equal rights, respect in their fields – anything I could do to support women I have done. My prayers and support always goes out to the rape victim. In this case, most especially, to an innocent sixteen year old child.”
Rolling Stone says that they have the receipts, because the entire interview was recorded.
Celebwhores using the “I’m sorry if I offended anybody” line was getting boring and predictable, so kudos to Serena Williams for changing it up by saying “…what I supposedly said.” I can’t wait to use that one. “Okay, okay, stop crying, I’m sorry I SUPPOSEDLY called you a dumb cunt.”
2. Let’s just get it out of the way and declare The Hammaconda our new overlord already. It can get up, open doors and go to the bathroom by itself, so it’s only a matter of time before we’re all its slaves. I can’t wait.
When Kim Kartrashian birthed out the next generation of fame whores 5 weeks early, I just figured that she induced really early into the summer because she wanted to get all her fat sucked out in time for staged bikini photo-op season. But a source (yes, let’s just nod and pretend like the source isn’t Pimp Mama Kris) tells People that Kim had complications and that’s why she popped out the Kimye baby prematurely. The source also says that Kaptain Krunch Kardashian West came into the world 3 weeks early and not 5 weeks early as previously reported. Yes, this matters (no, it doesn’t).
Sources in Kim’s tight circle (Note to People: None of Kim’s circles are tight) say that Kim was admitted into Cedars-Sinai on June 14th due to complications. Kanye West had just came back from whoring out Yeezus in Europe and immediately ran to Kim’s side (read: took a leisurely ride from the airport to his mansion, spent a couple of hours picking out the perfect leather pants to wear in the waiting room, powdered his b-hole and tried to remember Kim’s name before finally going to the hospital). The sources say that Kim was about 37 weeks pregnant when she went into labor and she gave birth to the 5lb Illuminati golden child naturally. Kim and Kanye’s kid is still in an incubator at the hospital, but is doing fine. Well, as fine as a baby can be when Pimp Memaw Kris is shoving E!’s cameras in her faces and measuring her body for the monokini she’ll wear for her public unveiling on the first episode of KRIS!.
Everything I know about pregnancy I learned from I Didn’t Know I Was Pregnant, so correct me if I’m the opposite of right, but isn’t 37 weeks considered full term? But then again, I’m pretty sure that the gestation period of the spawn of a gay fish and a factory-defected Real Doll is about 40 weeks, so maybe she really was premature. As for the name, Media TakeOut says they named their kid “Kaidence Donda West” and Hollywood Life says they’re naming her “Kai Georgia Donda West.” I say NO to both of those names. Since Kanye is obviously going to put his mother’s name somewhere in his daughter’s name, they should name her Donda Esta Ellos Kardashian West. I mean “Donda Esta Ellos?” is the question that the poor child will be asking her nannies every time her parents abandon her, which will be all the time.
And here’s PMK bonding with her middle shelf hos during a little family photo-op in Calabasas yesterday.
“Nothing goes with apple pie quite like a huge dollop of racism, y’all!”
Last year, Lisa Jackson, the former GM of the restaurant in Savannah that Paula Deen owns with her brother Bubba Hiers (Reminder: His government name IS Bubba Hiers) sued both of their butter-covered asses for treating her like shit lukewarm margarine during the 5 years she worked for them. Lisa claimed in her lawsuit that Bubba constantly sexually harassed her and that both Bubba and Paula Deen were deep fried racists who spit out n-bombs faster than they spit out a piece of raw broccoli that’s not covered in cheese and butter gravy. The National Enquirer (aka The Grain Of Salt Times) says that during a deposition on May 17th, which was videotaped, Paula not only admitted that Bubba is a cokehead porn-a-holic, but she also admitted to using the n-word and went on to mouth fart out some racist foolery. Lisa’s lawyers asked Paula if the n-word has ever fallen off of her tongue while telling a joke and she nonchalantly said:
“Yes, of course. It’s just what they are — they’re jokes…most jokes are about Jewish people, rednecks, black folks…I can’t determine what offends another person.”
Then Lisa’s lawyer asked Paula about the time when she told her staff that her dream wedding is one where “little niggers” wear white suits and tap dance around while serving the guests. Paula didn’t deny saying that either and said she got the idea from a restaurant she went to:
“The whole entire waiter staff was middle-aged black men, and they had on beautiful white jackets with a black bow tie. I mean, it was really impressive. That restaurant represented a certain era in America…after the Civil War, during the Civil War, before the Civil War…It was not only black men, it was black women…I would say they were slaves.”
Well, I guess now we know that Paula pours melted butter on her crotch and does herself while watching Gone with the Wind. We also know that Django Unchained was probably the saddest movie Paula has ever seen. Django Unchained is Paula’s Where the Red Fern Grows. If this is Paula’s way of becoming the KKK’s (the racist group, not the group of whores run by Pimp Mama Kris) newest and most favorite racist pin-up ho, then it’s working.
Paula has previously denied saying racist crap and this is coming from The National Enquirer, so if you believe this then you’ll also have to believe that Hillary Clinton is a down-low bi-sexual sex fiend and that Kim Kartrashian faked her pregnancy. Actually, I believe both of those too. Damn you, Paula Deen! Fuck yourself with a stick of frozen margarine. You’re tainting butter for me!
Note: If you want a husband who will slap your ass around, yank at your hair, stick a finger up your b-hole, call you a sucio whore and choke you during fuck times, DO NOT EVER marry Armie Hammer. Because as soon as Armie Hammer puts that ring on your finger, he’ll go from using your hair as sex reins while hitting it from the back to softly whispering Shakespearean sonnets in your ear while doing it missionary style with the lights off. Or something like that.
Kathie Lee Gifford’s personal friend (bitch reminds us of this every other 10 minutes on Today) used to love to get into all sorts of kinky sex time add-ons when he wasn’t married, but now that he is somebody’s husband he’s poured ice water on all those urges, because he respects his wife too much. THIS BITCH. Arm & Hammer has said in other interviews that he really gets into tying knots and carries a rope with him at all times, so of course Playboy asked him he ever gets into some Fifty Shades of Grey shit with his wife and he said this:
Well, if you’re married to a feminist [journalist, restaurateur and actress Elizabeth Chambers] as I am, then it’s…. I don’t know how much we can put here without my parents being embarrassed, but I used to like to be a dominant lover. I liked the grabbing of the neck and the hair and all that. But then you get married and your sexual appetites change. And I mean that for the better—it’s not like I’m suffering in any way. But you can’t really pull your wife’s hair. It gets to a point where you say, “I respect you too much to do these things that I kind of want to do.”
So how does his wife feel about having respectful sex?
The two us will literally break out laughing in the middle of it, finish up and be like, “Well, that was oddly fun!” So it becomes a new kind of thing that’s less about “I want to dominate you” and more about both of us having a really good time. It’s just a different style.
Yeah, I don’t get the “breaking out laughing in the middle of it” thing. Usually when you laugh while boning it’s because someone farted or wet queefed, or it’s because you’re doing Jon Gosselin and realized he was serious when he said “yes” after you asked him if it’s all the way in. Some might say that it’s sweet that Armie does it with his wife vanilla-style out of respect, but not me. Can’t you respect me enough to disrespect me during sex times? I’d be pissed if I was Armie’s wife and he didn’t tell me that things would go from Basic Instinct to The Notebook after getting married. Armie should’ve said on the altar, “I promise to love, obey and respect you enough to not pull your hair and call you a dirty slut during sex.” That’s a deal breaker right there.