This highly important event happened a couple of days ago and I’m just posting about it now, because I’ve been mouth deep in a pool of Thanksgiving leftovers and booze while fucking my ear holes with my own fingers to drown out the sound of my family members fighting over everything. And I’m also just posting it now, because I was busy having some Photoshop fun with that screen shot of Prince Hot Ginge with his ass up in the air.
While those thirsty royal bitches Duchess Kate and Prince William spent part of their weekend refreshing Kensington Palace’s Twitter page to watch the favorites count on those pictures of Baby Princess Charlotte go up and up and up, Prince Hot Ginge was in South Africa doing some actual work! PHG did a four-day tour to South Africa and during a polo match on Saturday, he ate grass twice after falling off of his horse. Yes, my ass is jealous of that grass.
The best way to watch this video is to watch it with the sound on mute and “Pony” blasting.
The HELL is wrong with that horse? When PHG is riding your back hard, you enjoy the ride and keep him on you as long as possible. Who cares if the heat from his piping hot royal jewels burn through the saddle and char your skin? You keep on! I swear, that horse is an embarrassment. This would’ve never ever happened if I could shape-shift into a polo horse. (“Well, you’re already a horse’s ass, so you’re halfway there, bitch!” – you)
And here’s Saint Hot Ginge visiting a youth center in Cape Town today.
That’s Lloyd from Accounting. I thought he was lying when he said he spent his weekends drinking, hanging with his bitches and getting pussy. – I am Legend
Let’s paws and toast a purrfect howliday. – Sheena
Nathan, the dancing Chinese Crested who is pretty much the reincarnation of Martha Graham!
Nathan was an Open Post host last year, but he never got the true tribute he deserves! You can go ahead and cancel your cable, satellite, Hulu subscription, Netflix subscription and Amazon subscription, because Nathan has a YouTube channel and it’s all the visual entertainment your eyeballs need. Watching Nathan’s videos is like peeking into the life of Mikhail Baryshnikov, because it seems like all this pooch does is lay down the hot and sweet moves.
Nathan is truly a mystery, because I don’t know much about him. But I guess the only thing you really need to know about Nathan is that he can’t help but dance like Billy Elliot on molly when he hears the beat. Dance is in his heart! Dance is in his soul! Dance is in veins! Or maybe his humans are just holding a treat high above his head out of the camera’s view.
Nathan isn’t only the kind of talented bitch who could easily unseat that hack Michael Flatley, but he’s also a major attention whore. I mean, he’s got at least 500 million videos on his YouTube channel. But out of all the videos in his dance portfolio, this one is pure gold. What more do you need in life besides an accordian-playing memaw and a dancing Chinese Crested?
And Nathan is also an extremely versatile performer who can deliver all sorts of scenes and vibes. Here’s Nathan busting out the moves while sandwiched between two big-tittied Magic Mike wannabes:
Both of those videos are the hallucinations that David Lynch has when he does too much LSD. What I’m trying to say is that Nathan is an acrid trip God of dance and we should all worship at his dancing paws!
Billy Idol (60)
Kaley Cuoco (30)
Chrissy Teigen (30)
Omahyra Mota (31)
Elisha Cuthbert (33)
Clay Aiken (37)
Gael Garcia Bernal (37)
Steve Aoki (38)
Jessalyn Gilsig (44)
Ryan Murphy (50)
Ben Stiller (50)
Bo Jackson (53)
Cherie Currie (56)
Lorraine Kelly (56)
Stacey Q (57)
Shuggie Otis (62)
Mandy Patinkin (63)
June Chadwick (64)
David Mamet (68)
Terrence Malick (72)
Ridley Scott (78)
Robert Guillaume (88)
Pic: Rolling Stone
And just like that, an enthusiastic Cumberbitch/Furry crossover subculture called Cumberbears was born.
During a recent appearance to promote Black Mass on The Graham Norton Show, Benedict Cumberbatch confirmed what the internet has been saying for years: that he looks like a damn otter. To prove that Benedict is just a few DNA chains short of reaching out to his long-lost cousin Emmet and asking if he can join his jug band this Christmas, a couple pictures of otters were thrown up and Benedict did his best impression of them. To be fair, they might not even have been his best impressions; dude looks so much like a water puppy that even his worst impression would have had the audience screaming “OMG TWINS!!!!”
But the best part, by far, was Johnny Depp’s reaction. Johnny was looking at Benedict in the same profoundly confused way he looks at a bar of soap or a hat without holes; just a whole lot of “the FUCK is this??” Which is so weird, because if anyone on that couch looks like a dead-ringer for a greasy wet otter, it’s Johnny Depp.
Pour out a glass of non-alcoholic sparkling grape juice for Tim Tebow’s favorite hand-holding hand today (it’s totally the left one), as it’s about to be real lonely. According to the NY Daily News, Jesus’ favorite football player is single again after his girlfriend of two months dumped his ass and she’s citing lack of dick as the reason.
The handsome human VeggieTales character got together with the former Miss USA and former Nick Jonas humper Olivia Culpo at the beginning of October. And when I say “got together“, I’m of course referring to everything but their genitals, because Tim Tebow is chaste virgin type who is saving himself for marriage. And it seemed like everything was good; one of Olivia’s friends claim that Tim was really into her and was sending her “love letters and cute notes“. But she decided to end it because no matter how many love letters he was throwing at her, she just couldn’t deal with the cobwebs collecting on her crotch.
Okay, I’m totally on Team Olivia here, because I too would have a hard time dealing with an endless string of Netflix and Chill nights that involved actually watching Netflix. But I have questions. Unless Olivia doesn’t own a computer that has access to Tim Tebow’s Wikipedia page, she should have known going into it that Tim Tebow is a hardcore Christian who is saving his fuck parts for his future wife. Or maybe she did know that, but she was so desperate for Tebowners that she paid a wizard to bless her with a magic coochie that could hypnotize Tim’s wiener and change his mind about premarital sex. If it’s the second option, then I suggest she might want to find that wizard and get her money back, because it clearly didn’t work.
“I know! I can’t believe it either! Okay, enough small talk, dog – go fetch me my 17th century ruby teething ring before I have you sent to the gallows.”
The last time we saw Prince George’s little sister, she was a tiny bundle of bald Royal babyness all wrapped up in a fancy-ass lace gown for her christening, and she really didn’t look like much besides a random baby. You could have told me her parents were a corgi and a scone and I’d be like “Sure, I guess I see it.”
That was almost five months ago, and since then, Princess Charlotte has morphed out of her generic baby phase and into her “That’s definitely Prince George’s sister” phase. Kensington Palace tweeted two adorable pictures earlier today of Baby Princess Charlotte that were taken by the unofficial Royal baby photographer, Duchess Kate, at the beginning of November. And, yeah, she’s starting to look like a little person. I’m getting 40% Prince William, 42% Duchess Kate, and 18% Bradford Exchange porcelain doll from my friend’s mom’s bedroom that you were NOT allowed to touch, no matter what, because it was very expensive and cost 4 payments of $39.99.
All of which adds up to a look that says “100% totally unimpressed with the shit my brother is pulling while mommy takes my picture.” Either Princess Charlotte perfect “judging you” face is the result of watching her brother use her favorite Sophie to scratch a clump of corgi poop off his shoe and knowing she can’t say shit because she doesn’t know words yet, or she just watched a hungover Unky Prince Harry use a Victorian urn as a barf bucket. Again.
Pics: Kensington Palace
Well this is a whole lot of messy sadness for a Sunday. Earlier today, Sinead O’Connor had people thinking the worst after she posted what appeared to be a suicide note to her Facebook page. According to Sinead’s note, which is very long and obviously a huge bummer to read, Sinead had checked into a hotel somewhere in Ireland under an assumed name and had “taken an overdose.”
As for the why, Sinead pointed at her husband, Barry Herridge (who she is apparently still married to), her kids, as well as her son’s girlfriend and his friends, and accused them of betraying her after she had a hysterectomy on August 26. She also claims they’re guilty of “appalling cruelty” and trying to keep her babies from her.
Sadly, this isn’t the first time Sinead has swatted at her family on Facebook. Yesterday, Sinead accused her son and her son’s fathers of keeping her sons from her and saying she was an unfit mother in a really, really long open letter. Just like it’s not the first time she’s talked about ending it all on Facebook either; a little over a week ago, Sinead used Facebook to let everyone know she had been admitted to the hospital and had been put on suicide watch.
Shortly after her note was posted, people started looking for Sinead, and she was found her before anything really bad could happen. TMZ says police have confirmed that she was found somewhere in Dublin “safe and sound“, and that she’s currently getting medical attention. Hopefully part of that medical attention involves a good hug, because it sounds like she could use it.
I’m saying “might have“, because we have yet to receive a press release (ie. a bundle of Blair Witch-style sticks with the words JUST MARRIED written across it in black paint and hand-delivered by The Babadook) from tiny pocket witch Mary-Kate Olsen about this whole wedding situation. But Page Six is saying that yes, one half of Michelle Tanner got married on Friday night to her French banker boyfriend of three years, Olivier Sarkozy.
A source says that 29-year-old Mary-Kate made it legal with Nicolas Sarkozy’s 46-year-old half-brother in front of 50 guests on Friday night at a private residence in Manhattan. Guests were told to hand over their cellphones, so no one has any picture evidence of Mary-Kate’s special day. But don’t worry, I’m sure it’s only a matter of time before pictures of her fancy rich witch wedding end up in the pages of Vogue or Creepy Haunted Victorian Doll Weekly (probably the first one, definitely the second one).
This isn’t the first time Mary-Kate might have gotten married to her French banker boyfriend. Last year, there were whispers going around that the she had gotten secret married to Olivier. So this could be another false alarm. I guess we’ll only know for sure once we receive confirmation that Uncle Jesse definitely wasn’t invited.
Out of all the things we don’t know about Mary-Kate’s maybe-wedding, we do know this: apparently the theme of the reception was cigarettes. A source claims they were treated to “bowls and bowls filled with cigarettes, and everyone smoked the whole night.” Cigarettes! All the cigarettes. I’m sure Mary-Kate also walked down the aisle carrying a bouquet of American Spirits instead of flowers, exchanged lighters instead of rings, and dug into a giant wedding cake made out of packs of gum. And yes, I totally just pictured Mary-Kate calling up her wedding planner like: “Instead of doves, can we release some crows at the end of the ceremony? And can they be carrying cigarettes in their mouths? No? Forget it then.”
Wa Wa Nee!
If you’ve always got dick on the brain like me, you’re probably staring at the hot blondie’s crotch and wondering if that’s a peen print or if his Magic Eye pants are playing tricks on you and you’re seeing a snake delicately drinking water from a pond. But anyway, “Wa Wa Nee” isn’t only something Barbra Walters says while talking in third-person as she dirty talks with her man (example: “WaWa nee you right now, baby.“) Wa Wa Nee is also the name of an Australian band from the 80s! But I’m sure you already figured that out by their stunning “just got butt fucked by a live wire” hair.
Wa Wa Nee got a record deal in 1985 and had several hits in Australia through the 80s. Wikipedia says that they still tour in Australia and last year, they opened up for Rick Astley. They weren’t as big in America as they were in other places, but they did bust out their only hit US single “Sugar Free” on the Arsenio Hall Show in 1987….
So at least for a quick minute, Americans got to feel their parts pucker as Wa Wa Nee’s lead singer Paul Gray served it up like a white James Brown.