Yahoo CEO Marissa Mayer dismissed the idea of hiring Goopy Paltrow as a contributing editor because she didn’t finish college. “What a classist snob!” said Goopy Paltrow right before she screamed at her morning maid for not using the imported tears of dolphins to clean her outdoor wood-burning pizza oven – Lainey Gossip
“Um, we already do, where have you been, Lenny? – Beyonce to Lenny Kravitz – Celebitchy
Phew, the feds did not seize all the Christmas presents that Teresa Giudice and Juicy Joe probably stole from a toy drive – Reality Tea
Dolly Parton visited Uncle Terry’s studio…… – Drunken Stepfather
Two push-up bras and a roll of duct tape does wonders for Parasite Hilton’s titty balls – Egotastic!
Azealia Banks thinks Igloo Australia needs to be sitting with the pop girls instead of the hip hop girls – Jezebel
Dear Stephen Collins, Jesus would like to see the receipts, because he doesn’t remember this – The Superficial
Carmen Electra shows the young hos that she’s still got it - Hollywood Tuna
The dude who threw a lawsuit (and later dismissed that lawsuit) at Bryan Singer for allegedly drugging and raping him could go to prison for 40 years for pulling some fraud shit – Towleroad
Here’s Sharon Stone’s nipples, because I know you’ve been wondering what they’re up to – WWTDD
Jennifer Lawrence, Jennifer Lawrence, don’t you know you’re not supposed to leave the house without the hot bodyguard? – Popoholic
Poke at me when there’s an LFO documentary – The Berry
And here’s the bare ass of a French actor I’ve never heard of, but who cares about that, because BUTT – OMG Blog
Jessica Biel‘s fetus dome makes an appearance and that’s great and everything but she really needs to give that onesie back to Justin Bieber – Popsugar
Say farewell to The Colbert Report with its greatest hits – Pajiba
Pop the sparkling pink champagne, because Bruce Jenner is officially FREEEEEEEEEEEE – ICYDK
Paramount is scurred of North Korea too – HuffPo
The international movie-watching audience is racist, so says a producer in a hacked Sony e-mail – IDLYITW
Oprah loves dog shit, which explains why she likes Dr. Phil – SOW
It’s a week before Christmas and I’m sure you have a lot of crap to do, so don’t bruise your brain while trying to figure out what these three are wearing.
Ashlee Simpson and her pretty-faced husband of 3 months Evan Ross aren’t wasting any time. E! News says that the “singer” turned reality TV trick turned Melrose Place 2.0 “actress” turned (insert whatever she’s doing now because I have no clue) is knocked up with her second kid and Evan Ross’ first kid. Evan and Ashlee’s baby friend will be Diana Ross’ third grandchild. E! didn’t have any other info other than that and some words about children that Evan spilled into their ears at The Hunger Games: Mockingjay – Part 1 premiere last month.
“I would like [having kids],” he said. “As many as possible!”
Ross added, “I got married, I have new music and I’m part of Hunger Games. It’s been a great year.” And to think, 2015 looks to be even more of a life-changer.
Bronx Mowgli, Asslee’s kid with Pete Wentz, is already 6 years old. I don’t think she’ll go with the NYC borough + Jungle Book character route when naming her second kid. She’ll probably go the L.A. neighborhood + Lion King character route. They’re going to name their kid Echo Park Zazu.
That kid will probably inherit Diana Ross’ fabulous gene and its mother’s impeccable lip-synching skills. That kid will win season 25 of RuPaul’s Drag Race. I’m calling it now.
And here’s Evan and Ashlee at the farmer’s market in Studio City a few days ago.
If you still can’t listen to that weird children’s Christmas song “I Want A Hippopotamus for Christmas” without thinking of the desperate Falkor shaking her luck dragon tits like some kind of drunk, horny mom at her kid’s holiday pageant, then here’s an industrial-strength palate cleanser that will hopefully make that song safe again.
It’s Craig Ferguson’s final week as host of The Late Late Show and last night he had on one of his frequent guests, America’s sweetest sweetheart and universal treasure Betty White. Since it’s their last time being together on that show, Craig gave Betty a special gift. The red curtain opened to reveal a choir singing her favorite Christmas song, that hippo shit, and out came a dancing hippo. Betty White does everything better, but she really showed LeAnn Rimes that she does the chichis shimmy a million times better.
Why didn’t I have hallucinations like this when I did shrooms that one time? Why didn’t my brain produce the hallucination of Betty White shimmying next to a gay hippo while wearing sequins? Instead, I ended up with the fear of thinking that the trees were going to eat me and not in the sexy way.
This made my dead heart actually feel something, but I could’ve done without that cameo from Trace Cyrus at the very end. Why do the Cyruses have to ruin everything that’s happy?
Oh, I know that face. I know that face very well. That’s cake hangry face, and I usually get it when I want cake and discover there is no cake. Like yesterday, when I ate half a chocolate cake (I wish I was kidding about this next part) for breakfast, then around 2:30pm I went back for more cake and realized I’d eaten it all. Then when I realized I’d have to eat a bag of baby carrots instead, I made that face. So, yeah, Jennifer Aniston, I get it. It’s the reverse of what you’re talking about, but I get it.
UsWeekly says that Jennifer Aniston was recently on The Dr. Oz Show (side note: I know you got a movie to pimp out, but what’s next – appearing as a guest bailiff on Judge Joe Brown?) to talk about her transformation from beautiful Jennifer Aniston to frumpy Jennifer Aniston for the movie Cake. Jennifer confessed to that dreamy MD-ILF Dr. Oz that she stopped working out in preparation for her role. Unfortunately, it wasn’t all happy naps on the couch and cozy oversized muumuus like you’d imagine quitting the gym would be:
“It’s interesting when you stop exercising. It really was interesting how my serotonin levels went down. My stamina was shot. I was cranky. I was irritable. I’m usually really not any of those things. I found myself short. I was hungry like crazy.”
Are we sure she’s not actually talking about quitting booze? Because that sounds like what happens when you quit booze. You get all cranky and everything bothers you. Why is this water so clear? Who turned up the volume on the ceiling fan? Why is this keyboard such a jerk?
But enough about Jenny talking about being miserable after she broke up with her elliptical machine; what I really want to know is how that dookie-obsessed Dr. Oz was able to segue into a conversation about poop. “I see you wear a pretty crappy wig in Cake. Speaking of crap…“
Besides a blind item on CDAN, I don’t think I’ve heard any rumors about how 20-year-old Ansel Elgort, the Harry Potter spell-named dude from Fault in Our Stars and Divergent, is cuckoo for cock. But I guess I’m just not up on my Ansel Elgort rumors, because apparently someone somewhere said that he’s gay and has rented a quiet little pied-à-terre in the closet next to Kevin Spacey’s spot. So Ansel Elgort jumped on his Twatter to let those who care (read: his 2.3 million followers and bloggers who need shit to write about on a slow ass day) know that if the Atlantic Ocean was full of coochie instead of water, we’d call it the Snatchlantic Ocean, and also he’d be swimming, diving and doing the backstroke in it all day and all night, because that’s how much he loves punane.
Just in case it isn't clear… I like girls. A lot.
— Ansel Elgort (@AnselElgort) December 18, 2014
Seems pretty straightforward (NOPP: Not On Purpose Pun), but I guess some people took Ansel Elgort’s declaration of chocha love as his way of saying, “Ewwww, I’m not gay.” So he tweeted out another message where he made it clear that if he did love dick, you’d know it, because you’d wake up to the sound of him screaming his love for it on the mountain tops. He went on to say that everyone just needs to be themselves. Then he asked us to join hands and take turns saying something special about ourselves before singing along to “Firework.”
Also let me say if I was gay I wouldn't hide it. Being gay or straight isn't bad or good it just IS. U are who you are. Be true to yourself.
— Ansel Elgort (@AnselElgort) December 18, 2014
There you go! Ansel Elgort is strictly clitly. That’s all cleared up. And if you’re wondering what an Ansel Elgort is, MOM, here’s your answer. No, my mom doesn’t read this filth. She stopped reading when I started talking sucio. So basically, day one, post one.
Seen above as it takes the tiniest lil’ peek out of the top of her dress, Nicki Minaj’s left titty nip decided to make a surprise appearance on Watch What Happens Live last night. UsWeekly says neither Nicki nor Andy Cohen seemed to notice the pepperoni slice subtly sneaking out out of Nicki’s top, but that some viewers at home saw it and made sure to call that sloppily-dressed trick out for it later on Twitter. Personally, I don’t think it’s Nicki’s fault that her nipple snuck out; there’s a lot of cool stuff in the WWHL studio, and I’m sure it just stuck it’s head out because it wanted to get a better look. Nipples are notoriously curious.
Or maybe the nipple heard Nicki and Andy talking about dicks and wanted to join the conversation. Andy started by asking Nicki if she’d ever take a ride on Wheelchair Jimmy’s emergency brake (she says no). Then during a game of “Plead the Fifth”, Andy asked Nicki “Who has the biggest dick in the music industry?“, to which she replied: “I’ve never seen anybody’s penis in the industry, actually. I saw one penis for 10 years. That’s all I’ll say about that.” Obviously Andy is classier than to ask her about the 10-year dick, so he altered his question by asking her who is the biggest dick in the music industry. Unfortunately, Nicki plead the fifth:
Nicki: “I want to say, but it would be so real, that I can’t. I gotta plead the fifth on that one. But honey child, if I was to say that name…It’s two names that I want to say, honey. Two guys, for lack of a better word.”
Andy: “Two Men?”
Nicki: “If you want to call ‘em that.”
Let the guessing begin! Assholes, assholes…who are the two biggest assholes in the music industry? “Hey, don’t look at us!” hissed Kanye West into a mirror.
I now interrupt our regularly scheduled fuckery to bring you this video of Tumblr’s Co-Prince Tom Hiddleston making your mistletoe quiver by singing “We Wish You A Merry Christmas” with country musician Rodney Crowell. Tom is working with Rodney on the soundtrack to the Hank Williams biopic I Saw The Light and he took a break from working to spread some holiday cheer while the Hiddlestoners fill their panties with fresh eggnog.
Tom added another layer of AWWW to this video by singing that song while an adorable dog friend name Mono sat on his lap.
Something’s going on with Mono. He’s going through something. Either he’s a secret Cumberbitch and wants nothing to do with the scene going on here. Or sitting on Tom Hiddleston’s lap has caused him to be pregnant and he’s fighting morning sickness.
Around the same time that Twitter turned into an ocean of #THETERRORISTHAVEWON hashtags after Sony killed and cremated The Interview, Defamer posted leaked emails between St. Angie Jolie, Amy Pascal and Hollywood’s greatest super villain Scott Rudin about the inevitable turd that is the Cleopatra movie. Up in Heaven, Elizabeth Taylor is looking down at those simpletons while thinking to herself, “Nobody ruined Cleopatra the way that I ruined Cleopatra, but nice try, bitches.”
The e-mails that Defamer threw up yesterday are follow-ups to the legendary, cuntastic, hacked e-mails where Scott Rudin called Angie a “minimally talented spoiled brat” and told Amy Pascal that Cleopatra was going to be an epic flop that would make them the laughing stock of Hollywood. Little did Scott know that the e-mail he was writing would become laugh fuel. In the new e-mails from February 2014 and beyond, the three of them fuss over the choice of director, the script, the look, the wigs and at one point they discuss filming Shakespeare’s Antony and Cleopatra instead. I wish they would’ve gone with that last idea, because Angie doing Shakespeare would be a Razzie-worthy extravaganza that would bring tears of happiness to my eyes.
Meanwhile, at the PIMP Kompound (it’s where Kim Kardashian likes to store her in between Pretty Mommy photo ops) North West is interrogating 2 of her 10 nannies as to who is this strange man named Kanye West who would spend $74,000 on her. “He’s who? My dad? Get out! Really? I have a mom AND a dad? I wonder when I’ll get to see them?”
According to Heat magazine (via Radar), Kim’s current husband Kanye Kardashian has spend $74,000 on Christmas gifts for their 18-month-old daughter North. Yes, seventy-four thousands of dollars. For a baby. Just one more reminder that we live on a garbage planet filled with garbage people. Kanye reportedly bought her a $62,000 diamond tiara and a $12,000 baby-sized car, both very practical gifts for a child who no doubt spends her days mashing soggy Goldfish crackers into the rug and trying to figure out what sound the cow makes. Apparently, Kanye got North an expensive-ass diamond tiara so that when she played dress-up, she could be a real princess, and he got her the car because it’s an exact replica of his. As if she would even know – the only car North has been in is the one she rides in every two weeks that takes her to and from pap appointments with her mom.
Obviously letting a baby play with $62,000 worth of diamonds is a next-level dumb idea, but I can’t throw any side-eye to that $12,000 baby-sized car. When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than a red Power Wheels Jeep, and I would have sold my entire collection of footless Barbies to get one (I chewed all the feet off my Barbies, which probably says a lot about me than I care to know). So yeah, am I jealous that North West got a baby car that’s more expensive than my adult car? Absolutely. The only thing better than a grown-up car is a battery-powered car you can ride through the house.