Brooke Mueller’s Assistant Says That Brooke Forced Him To Be A Drug Mule And Watch While She Had Sex
According to court documents obtained by Radar, Brooke Mueller (aka the craziest of Charlie’s Angels) is being sued by her former assistant, Lior Masaphor, who worked for Brooke from 2012 to 2013. Even though Brooke looks like a blissed-out namaste hippie stoner type, Lior says she’s actually a drug-snorting slave driver. Lior claims that he worked over 130-hours a week and was forced to “engage in repetitive illegal and unsavory actions at the specific instance and request of Brooke Mueller.” Such illegal and unsavory (“unsavory” – how very Dowager Countess of you, Lior) acts included being Brooke’s drug mule, transporting drugs, fetching drugs, babysitting her kids while she got high on drugs and/or babysitting her kids while she got high on drugs and fucked a pile of people, and watching her drugs while she fucked a pile of people.
Lior also says he wasn’t exactly compensated for his drug-running and child-watching; he was paid $2400 a month, which works out to about $4.47/hour when you’re working 130-hours a week. You’d think that getting paid Tooth Fairy money to watch Brooke Mueller snort crystal meth and tame a bunch of random strange in the middle of the living room while her two kids watch Go Diego Go in the den would be enough for Lior to quit that bitch effective immediately, but he didn’t, because apparently he’s dumber than Brooke Mueller. Eventually he started complaining too much about having to do illegal shit and not-right shit, so she fired his ass. Now he’s suing her for unspecified damages, attorney’s fees, and a court trial.
You don’t have to be Lionel Hutz to know that Lior doesn’t have a leg to stand on here. Yes, Brooke made him do illegal things like making him shove tied-off condoms filled with crack up his ass at the airport and paying him less than he’d make if he worked at Taco Bell, but Lior agreed to be Brooke’s assistant in 2012; that was prime crazy meth-gobbling Brooke Mueller time! Back in 2012, if someone told me that Brooke Mueller was hiring, I would just assume that “drug mule” was in the job description. It was probably right the title of the Craigslist ad! “Very important googly-eyed star-fucker seeks full-time drug mule. I can pay you in Two and A Half Men DVDs.”
Thank goodness Americans are getting larger… Buffalo Bill was able to finish his girl suit just in time for formal season! – Strepsi
A sight for psoriasis… – Tyler Harrell
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Tickle Antiperspirant came out sometime in the 1970s and back then I wasn’t even a tickle in my dad’s sack, so I’ve never heard of it before. But while looking for multi-colored deodorant (don’t ask and no, I didn’t find any, but I did find armpit hair dye) the other night, I came across this ad for Tickle. First of all, Tickle had a “big wide ball” and that should’ve been in big, wide letters of on that ad, because that’s a major selling point. The tea bag lovers would’ve gobbled it up. Tickle was basically the Cisco Adler of 1970s antiperspirants. Second of all, their tagline is a lie. There’s nothing good about feeling dry and moist-less while getting tickled. They shouldn’t be bragging about that.
Tickle also put out several WTF worthy, Twilight Zone-like commercials where ladies would laugh and laugh and laugh and laugh like Ashton Kutcher whipped out his peen and told them to deep throat it. Are they laughing because there’s a nitrous oxide leak near them or are they laughing to keep from crying because that big wide ball is making them drier instead of wetter?
No, they’re laughing because the secret ingredient in Tickle was THC. That’s what “herbal scented” means.
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Robert Pattinson’s Ice Bucket Challenge video involves him getting hosed down, pelted with ice repeatedly and hit with Solo Cups. Big deal, the same thing happens to me when I loudly sing along to a Selena song at a family barbecue. They’re serious about their Selena – Popsugar
Kim Kardashian continues to be a selfless and charitable modern day St. Vincent de Paul – Gawker
Johnny Depp’s daughter got cast in a Kevin Smith movie, because of her talent and charisma and mostly because she was once one of Johnny Depp’s sperm – Lainey Gossip
Jackie Chan needs to smoke some good shit from his son’s stash and calm down – WWTDD
Lisa Hochstein from Real Housewives of Miami shared drawings of her new house and it looks like a 4-star Las Vegas hotel that is very popular with the douche demographic – Reality Tea
Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson pressed pause on their marriage for a month and it would be completely reasonable to blame it all on Chet Haze – Celebitchy
Isn’t the Ice Bucket Challenge a little mainstream for the avant-garde, forward artist James Franco? - Towleroad
Cara Delawhatever got naked and took a bath in flowers for Tom Ford – Drunken Stepfather
Tina Fey and Beverly D’Angelo give FACE in a selfie – The Superficial
Why is Selena Gomez wearing the shorts I wore in the 4th grade and doesn’t she know they’re meant to be worn with a Body Glove tank and British Knights? – Hollywood Tuna
Jessica Alba’s dress grew a hangnail – Popoholic
I’ll like this “Reasons God Made Girls” song a whole lot more when two queens LIP SYNCH FOR THEIR LIVES to it on RuPaul’s Drag Race - Jezebel
Taylor Swift, who was alive for 10 seconds in the 80s, misses the 80s – ICYDK
Emma Stone will pop her pussy in lingerie as Sally Bowls in Cabaret on Broadway – Pajiba
What some of that Hunger Games money bought Liam Hemsworth – The Berry
Wait, Lisa Rinna’s wearing a mask in that picture? – SOW
Katie Holmes doesn’t think being a Stepford Beard hurt her career – Just Jared
I call shenanigans! There’s no way that’s the real Anna Wintour. That’s obviously a fraudulent Anna Wintour in a Ricky’s wig and Chinatown sunglasses. If that was the real Anna Wintour, one of four things would’ve happened:
1. She would’ve melted.
2. The water would’ve instantly froze as soon as it hit the top of her ice queen bob.
3. The water would’ve never left those buckets, because it knew that if it got Anna Wintour wet, she’d destroy it and its family.
4. She would’ve changed into her original form and multiplied. None of you would be reading this right now, because one of her clones would’ve already hunted you down and dragged you back to her nest with the rest of humanity.
Nice try, Anna.
There will be no 0 carat, princess cut crack rock engagement rings. There will be no wedding where the guests will gasp when Michelle Rodriguez lifts Zac Efron’s veil and reveals his stunningly made up wedding day face. There will be no baby that’s a giant six pack with brows. There will be none of that, because Zac Efron and Michelle Rodriguez are done doing whatever it is they were doing for the past 2 months.
Several multiple sources (read: Zac’s PR bitch, Michi’s PR bitch, that Italian daddy, etc) tell UsWeekly that they had a major fight in Ibiza and left the shattered pieces of their genuine love on the shores of Spain.
“Michelle is going to do her own thing. Zac knew this about her when he got with her,” a second source tells Us. “He’s very into her though, and perhaps more than she’s into him.”
Indeed, despite calling it quits, Efron, 26, hasn’t lost hope on the relationship. “Zac still wants to be with her,” the first source adds.
“He’s very into her” translates into “She gets the best kind of bad shit.”
Sadly for all of us, this shit ended without them leaking some kind of sex tape. Damn that Zac for ruining EVERYTHING. Damn him for making his scissor sister mad by stealing her stash. Or maybe Michelle’s the one who screwed up by cheating on him badly when she used the double-sided dildo they shared on another whore. Damn them both.
Here’s MRod mourning the loss of Zachelle by partying with some hot chicks at Nikki Beach Club in Marbella a few days ago.
Mariah Carey And Nick Cannon’s Glitter-Coated Marriage Is Probably Dead And They’re Living In Seperate Houses
It feels like over the past 12 months, there have been a billion barely-even blind items (more like near-sighted items or items in which you might need a pair of cheaters and better lighting) that start with “Which cast member from The Nick Cannon Show might be splitting from his agelessly-glamorous butterfly muppet wife?”, but I kept ignoring them, because imagining Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon getting a divorce got me super bummed out for some reason. I know, I should NOT have admitted that out loud. My brain is very embarrassed for me right now.
But Page Six says the rumors are true and we should all prepare for a rhinestone-crusted meltdown sometime in the near future, because Mr. Mariah Carey and the human Diamond Candle are two-thirds of the way to a divorce. A source claims it all started when Mimi hired a security guard to keep an eye on Nick at a Las Vegas pool party and make sure that he stayed away from the booze, because apparently he goes sniffing for strange when he gets drunk, and she didn’t want him firing his trouser cannon into any random pool skanks. Eventually shit got too tense and he moved out of their home and into a hotel. The two haven’t been photographed together in months, Mimi hasn’t Instagrammed or tweeted anything about Nick since June, and they put their Bel Air mansion up for sale in July. Despite all this, Nick was spotted at a club on Monday night wearing his wedding ring.
On one hand, I never want to see anyone split up, because true love and soul mates and bla bla bla, but on the other hand, I do love watching a crazy trick try to get her groove back after a divorce. If Mimi is truly ready to rip-up the Hello Kitty marriage license she had custom-made from pressed pixie wings, then I cannot wait to see what kind of turbo-sexy a post-Nick Cannon she has in store. $10 says she wears nothing but bedazzled denim coochie cutters and a pink bikini top for an entire year.
It’s A Tragic Day In Gold Digging History: Anna Nicole Smith’s Estate Has Lost The Battle For J. Howard Marshall’s Millions
After almost 20 years of fighting for a piece of the Marshall family fortune, Team Anna Nicole has lost for the last time and sadly this story won’t end with Dannielynn Birkhead sitting on top of a mountain of diamonds, gold coins and bricks of cash. A gold digger-hating U.S. District judge named Judge David O. Carter put an end to Team Anna Nicole’s attempts at getting some of that Marshall money. Dannielynn Birkhead will probably never see one penny from the Marshall family, because Anna Nicole’s estate is all out of moves.
This gold digging saga started in 1995 when Anna Nicole’s 90-year-old Texas billionaire husband of one year J. Howard Marshall II died and left his entire $1.6 billion estate to his son E. Pierce Marshall and left nothing to Anna and his other son J. Howard Marshall III. Anna Nicole and J. Howard Marshall III fought to overturn the will. They lost. Anna later declared bankruptcy and a bankruptcy court awarded her $475 million. The judge ruled that she had a right to that money due to “E. Pierce Marshall’s improper interference with his father’s estate.” But E. Pierce Marshall appealed and it went all the way to the U.S. Supreme Court where the judgement from the bankruptcy court was overturned twice.
E. Pierce Marshall died in 2006 and Anna Nicole followed him a year later. But the saga continued.
Now that the “On The Run” tour has wrapped up (well, almost – the people of France still get to hiss out a bored “Le sigh” when the Stunt Twins bring their tired TWOO WUV act to town) Beyoncé has started to shift her energy from trying desperately to convince everyone that her marriage to Jay-Z is rock solid on Instagram to waterproofing her weave cellar in preparation for the inevitable tsunami of Bumble Bey tears that will drown North America when she announces there’s trouble in Camel-lot.
First she started looking for a new house, and now Us Weekly claims she’s looking for divorce advice. But instead of going to a marriage counselor or a lawyer, a source says she’s pulling up an imported marble foot stool hand-carved from the head of Michelangelo’s David and taking lessons from the world’s greatest best friend Gwyneth Paltrow in how to announce your divorce in the most obnoxious better-than-your-divorce way possible.
The “Crazy in Love” singer “has sought Gwyneth Paltrow’s advice as she plans her split,” the insider says. Multiple sources tell Us that Queen Bey and Jay will separate in the fall, after completing their On The Run tour dates. Blue Ivy’s mom is planning for the breakup to echo the Goop founder’s amicable “conscious uncoupling” from Chris Martin, the first source says.
“The day after the announcement, Bey and Jay will be spotted together,” adds the insider. “The two will be all lovey-dovey.”
But what if Beyoncé wants to continue her education and learn more about being an insufferably snobby twat? Thankfully, The Goop Institute of Elitism offers a variety of post-divorce programs. For $500,000, students may enroll in any of the following classes personally taught by Professor Gwyneth K. Paltrow herself: General Snobbery, Perfection, Advanced Cluelessness, Living As A Struggling Single Mother, Billionaire Hunting, TV/VCR Repair, Bookkeeping, Auto Mechanics, Business Management, AND MORE! To receive a brochure from the prestigious GIoE, call 1-800-SNOB-4-ME, and please allow 4 to 6 weeks for delivery.