Now I know how Brad Pitt feels. I feel like the richest man alive after inhaling this luxurious hot pink opulence.
The angelic hybrid of a Japanese Chin from the royal court and a Lil’ Miss Makeup doll made everyone cough up pink glitter in West Hollywood yesterday when she strolled into Trader Joe’s while wearing a hot pink crushed velvet dress and a flamingo’s pube bush stuck in her hair. I was born in California, grew up in California and have lived in California for most of my life, but I won’t feel like a real citizen of Los Angeles until I’ve witnessed Angelyne teeter on her cork wedges while carrying a box of Two-Buck-Chuck to her Corvette.
I have a Google Alert on Angelyne (because it is the law in California) and an article about these pictures from a Finnish site came up this morning. I really wanted to know what the Finnish media had to say about the pink star of Hollywood and so I passed the article through the 100% accurate translating program Google Translate and this is what came out:
All pissisten mother playfully appointed Angelyne is a familiar sight in Beverly Hills, and the paparazzi bongaavat from time to time from the street arrogant hairstyle to have pakkelikasvon roiskeläppähameessaan . Lady cause plenty of opinions both for and against .
Yesterday Angelyne happened to the paparazzi -term Entering the Trader Joesille in West Hollywood. As usual, Angelyne was dressed really räväkästi .
The 1980s, millions of men in order to become a symbol of Angelyne often occur in public places outfits , which even Lady Gaga could be openly jealous. Female became famous mainostettuaan themselves in large advertisements in Hollywood. Angelyne has starred as himself several reality shows, and also received a few minor actor roles. He is best known today that Madame has conducted himself too many plastic surgery.
That is the truest article about Angelyne I’ve ever read. Lady DOES cause plenty of opinions and is always dressed really räväkästi. But I do disagree with them about one thing. Madame has not conducted himself too many plastic surgery. Madame hasn’t conducted any plastic surgery. Madame is a natural beauty!
I see Psychologies Magazine subtly coming at newlywed Brad Pitt by putting that “Why do you really want to get married?” cover line next to him.
In case you didn’t already know, Brad Pitt and St. Angie Jolie have kids. Like some people who have kids, they love their kids and really, really, REALLY, really love talking about how much they love their kids. Brangie is that bitch on Facebook who posts cheesy open poems to their baby who can’t read yet and always goes on about how they’re thinking of having their angel son’s DNA tested because they’re beginning to think he’s the biological child of the sun, moon and stars. But since St. Angie and Brad aren’t on Facebook (that us peons know of) they have to drool about being parents during interviews. The world is their Facebook.
While talking to Psychologies Magazine (via E! News) about his new movie Fury, Brad Pitt dribbled out verbal streams of syrupy love about being a father.
Paris Fashion Week is happening right now (RIGHT NOW! GET IN THE CHOPPAH!), which means that lots of famous hos have flown to France for the week. Obviously when there are that many famous people in one place, you’re bound to bump into someone you share a penis ride or two with. For example, the most common words spoken backstage at every fashion show are “You let Leo DiCaprio drunk-bang you on a yacht too?” And sometimes if you’re really lucky, there’s a photographer close by to capture the awkward moment two side-pieces are forced to pretend they don’t totally hate each other’s guts. Like on Wednesday, when toddler-faced panty model Miranda Kerr ran into toddler-faced singer Selena Gomez at the Louis Vuitton show. It’s like the basic bitch fetus-faced version of “The Boy Is Mine“!
In case you’ve forgotten, shit is toddler-tense because Miranda once maybe-humped on come-to-life teen ‘stache Justin Bieber while he was maybe still with Selena, so she decided to get revenge by maybe-humping on Miranda’s ex-husband Orlando Bloom. Then Orlando tried to fight Justin at a club in Ibiza. Basically it was a four-way loser square of losers (especially Orlando, who should have gone into witness protection after getting involved with this trash). But just like every bad decision that comes back to haunt your ass, Justin and Orlando’s former drama-starting side-pieces crossed paths in Paris. And God sent us an angel from Heaven to capture it forever, because God is clearly real and loves us very much. The only thing that would have been better is if Justin (who is in Paris right now) had been at the Louis Vuitton show too, but he was too busy punching paps like the spoiled baby shitbag he is.
Besides, he probably would have been too smitten with the toddler-face in the middle (aka Odeya Rush from The Giver) to even notice Miranda and Selena. “Scooter! Bring my Power Wheels around to the front of the hotel and have the good people at Charles E. Fromage prepare my table with their most expensive bottle of sparkling grape juice. I believe I’ve found a new fetus-faced angel to woo.”
Here’s more of Selena and Miranda before their show-down at the LV show:
Dick “Evel Dick” Donato, one of Big Brother’s most popular villains, won the show during its 8th season in 2007 and came back 4 years later for the 13th season. Six days into the 13th season, Evel Dick played the “I QUIT THIS BITCH” card by walking out of the house. The viewers and houseguests were told that Dick had an emergency personal issue he had to deal with. Dick never said what that personal issue was, but on tonight’s episode of Vh1′s Couples Therapy, he tells Dr. Jenn and the rest of the cast that he is HIV positive and he found out while he was in the Big Brother house.
To promote that episode, Evel Dick talked to People Magazine about the moment he found out he has HIV and why he’s going public.
Go ahead and throw on your well-worn DVD copy of Hairspray and fast-forward to all the Penny Pingleton parts (I’ll forgive you if you stop on any scene of John Travolta in busted drag, because, obviously) and start thinking some happy thoughts. Sydney White could use them.
We all know that Amanda Bynes is currently in a bad way, and according to TMZ, Amanda’s problems might have started a couple months ago when she was still in fashion school. Several of Amanda’s former classmates at the Fashion Institute of Design and Merchandising snitched to TMZ and said that Amanda didn’t actually fail out of fashion school, but that she was kicked out for cheating and being a weed-smoking mess. One student claims Amanda would always show up late and high (okay, so just like 99.9999% of the students at every college ever, go on) and would laugh her ass off in class or start fights with people.
But that’s if she even showed up; students say Amanda was constantly ditching class. Skipping school made her fall behind, so she started paying other students to do her work for her. Eventually she was caught cheating off someone during a test, and FIDM was like “Bye Felicia” and told her to go home. That’s when she went home, packed up her shit at her parent’s house, and moved out to wherever she is living now. I know I said it yesterday, but it bears repeating: AMANDA, CALL YOUR PARENTS!
I understand taking shit for cheating and paying other people to do your work for you – that’s a major no-no. But throwing shade at her for getting high before class? Esscuse me?? Did everyone at FIDM forget that they go to college? I went to art school, and I barely remember a class where I didn’t show up late/high/drunk/half-asleep/eating a whole pizza. I’m pretty sure it was in the syllabus! “Please arrive at least 30 minutes late reeking of weed and tacos, because – DUH – you’re in college.”
Yesterday, Walmart showed their low-down dirty, evil asses when they partly blamed Tracy Morgan for his injuries, because they’re trying to settle for as little as possible and shareholders will be really sad if the gigantic pool of gold coins they dive into every morning Scrooge McDuck-style doesn’t splash as much due to it being drained of gold coins to pay Tracy’s settlement with. Walmart’s lawyers said that if Tracy was wearing a seatbelt during the crash, he wouldn’t be in a bad way today. New Jersey law states that everyone riding in any kind of passenger vehicle must wear a seatbelt. Tracy immediately responded to Walmart pointing the finger at him. I put Tracy’s response in my post yesterday, but I’ll throw it up again here. I’m kind of disappointed that Tracy didn’t accuse the Walmart executives of being pigeons and shifty-eyed bunny rabbits in their past lives:
“After I heard what Walmart said in court, I felt I had to speak out. I can’t believe Walmart is blaming me for an accident that they caused. My friends and I were doing nothing wrong. I want to thank my fans for sticking with me during this difficult time. I love you all. I’m fighting hard every day to get back.”
Tracy’s lawyer, Benedict Morelli, told Page Six yesterday that his injuries are so bad that he may never perform again. Tracy is undergoing serious rehab including “daily speech, cognitive, vocational and physical therapies.” “The jury is still out” on Tracy performing again says Benedict. He doesn’t know and doctors don’t know. Benedict also went in on Walmart:
“These people are despicable. They knew that they changed these people’s lives forever and killed somebody. They’re good blame shifters. I guess that’s how they make $783 billion a year, shifting the blame.”
Benedict added that Tracy is doing everything he can to comeback and so far he’s lost out on many jobs including a TV show and a movie.
Yeah, I know that Walmart’s lawyers are just doing their jobs and Tracy’s lawyer is doing his job by telling the press that he may never work again. If Tracy isn’t ever able to perform again, then Walmart may have to pay him for all the money he would’ve made if he was able to perform. Walmart is trying to rollback the price of the settlement and Tracy’s lawyer is trying to roll it forward. And how much will it affect the settlement amount if we find out that the movie Tracy wasn’t able to do was Who Dat Ninja 3: Dat Ninja Be Me? If you put a price on the world missing out on a Who Dat Ninja movie, the price would be $783 billion, give or take.
Seen here doing lazy Butterfly-era Bratz doll drag, Ariana Grande (aka Frankie Grande’s mega mega pop star sister) recently told Us Weekly that even though there’s a rumor going around that simply uttering the name Mariah Carey around her precious mega pop star ears will make her jump you from behind and try to choke you out with her polyester ponytail, it’s totally not true! Her Royal Highness Princess Ponytail loves Mariah Carey and she loves when you refer to her as the bratty low-budget mall version of Mimi!
“Mariah has been a huge influence on me since I was a little girl. I’ve even done a cover of one of her songs. I don’t think there are any negatives to being compared to one of the greatest vocalists of all time. It’s honestly a great honor.”
I hope Weavearella has a good dentist, because she probably broke 7 teeth clenching her jaw too hard when she said that. “It. Is. A. Great. Honor (crunch crunch crunch).” But really, there’s no way that’s actually what Ariana Grande said. It’s not dripping with entitled polyester cunt fumes and arrogant baby stripper smugness. It’s like a bad translation. Thankfully I’m fluent in Toddler Bullshit, so this is probably closer to what she originally said:
“Mariah has been a huge influence on me since I was a lil’ sexy fetus practicing my stripper moves in my mom’s womb, aka she is super old. I’ve covered one of her songs, but just one, because I’d feel bad upgrading everything she’s ever done. I don’t think there are any negatives to being compared to her, but then again, I haven’t really given it much thought, because I’m too busy being a mega mega pop star.”
There, that sounds more like her! All that’s missing is the Baby Lucifer look in her eyes that says “Oh, you WILL pay for asking me about she-who-must-not-be-named. FRANKIE! Come here and bring a balaclava that will fit over all your dumb hair – I have a job for you.“
If you haven’t mainlined your usual morning mixture of Folgers and Red Bull yet, you probably jumped onto Fandango to immediately buy tickets to Gone Girl, because you read that headline as “The Aflac Duck Has A Cameo In ‘Gone Girl’” and that sold you! Sadly, the Aflac Duck isn’t in Gone Girl, but Ben Affleck’s bare dick is. Maybe.
For years, some of us peen-hungry, easy-to-please, hard-up, thirsty, desperate cock sluts have been screaming about how Hollywood needs to evolve and fully embrace equality by giving us more dick on screen. We’re always slapped in the eyes with titties and it’s about time we’re slapped in the face with some IMAX peen. David Fincher heard our slobbery cries and put two dicks in Gone Girl. Yes, those dicks are attached to Ben Affleck and Neil Patrick Harris, but us peen-hungry, easy-to-please, hard-up, thirsty, desperate cock sluts take what we can get. During an interview with MTV News, Ben was asked if his dick makes its feature film debut in Gone Girl and he squirted this out:
“I try to get it in every movie. It’s ironic, because David said to me from the beginning, this is a warts and all movie. It can have no vanity. You have to see the naked underbelly of this character.
“There’s some brief, ah, very brief nudity, I think. The penis is in there! It’s IMAX penis! You’ve gotta pay fifteen bucks to see it in 3D… it’s better in 3D. You should know it was very cold.”
Some people who have seen the movie say that their retinas definitely got brushed with the tip of Doogie’s dong, but they didn’t see the Affleck dick. Others say that you definitely see it. The ones who claim to have seen it gave almost no details. Does it curve to the left? Does it curve to the right? Is it as limp as his personality or as stiff as his acting? Is it a churro or is it more like a burrito?
So if you go to a showing of Gone Girth (Freudian slip and it stays) on Friday night and during Ben’s shower scene, you hear a hysterical gay guy in the audience screaming at the projector booth, “PAUSE THIS SHIT! SHIT, YOU DIDN’T PAUSE IT! GO BACK. WE HAVE TO GO BACK. REWIND! PAUSE! THAT’S THE SPOT. NOW BRING UP THE BRIGHTNESS,” it’ll most likely be me. But if I really, really want to know everything there is to know about Ben Affleck’s peen, I should just walk into any casino and talk to the call girls.
Here’s Ben outside of The Daily Show in NYC yesterday.
When it was announced a week ago that Amber Rose was quitting her marriage to Coolio Jr. Wiz Khalifa, I knew it was only a matter of time before this shit got more dramatic than a prime time French Canadian soap opera during sweeps week. First Wiz was cheating! Then Amber was cheating! Then Amber became a millionaire! Then Baby Sebastian kissed his Frère André medal and dramatically shouted “Oh mon Dieu!” (he didn’t, but he would if he was on a show called Grand Amour de Cul, aka “Great Big Butt Love”).
And now we know a little bit more about the types of women Wiz was passing his skinny cheater penis to. According to one of Amber’s close friends, Hot 97′s Peter Rosenberg (via Page Six), Amber and Wiz always had problems, but she didn’t have confirmation he was stepping out on her until she stepped in on him in the middle of a three-way with two twin sisters, fashion designers Jass and Ness Rose. Rosenberg claims Amber caught Cheez Whiz cheating on her at their second home. I hope she screamed “Sisters fucking sisters? Ew, Jass Ness-ty!” when she caught them.
Rosenberg also went on to say that Amber would NEVAH cheat on Clifford the Muppets’ illegitimate son, or anyone for that matter, because she’s a “smart-ass, savvy businesswoman”, aka she always abides by the Gold Diggers Creed (“Don’t be a dummy, bitch get that money“).
Well, at least now we know Wiz Khalifa has a type, and that type is fuck parts attached to people with the surname Rose. Axl and Charlie, look out – you’re next!