Not to be outdone by current yodeling IT twink Shawn Mendes posing in Calvin Klein chonies, current IT piece of the internet Noah Centineo got half naked for CK underwear too. And while the internet shoots out a geyser of panty pudding over this, I’m on the sidelines wondering why those CK boxer briefs make his crotch look like a trackball mouse from the 90s? – Just Jared
And here’s auto-tune singing Tiny Dancer (with an appearance by Taron Egerton’s natural voice, I think) from Rocketman – Lainey Gossip
Not sure what’s exactly happening here, but I do know it’s a Darwin Award runner-up – Pajiba
And to think, this clip started out so delicious with all that In-N-Out… – Drunken Stepfather
In case you missed it, here’s Don Cheadle doing more for the trans community in a few seconds than Caitlyn Jenner has ever done – Towleroad
Who cares if Emily Blunt’s bow looks like a wrinkled and charred Flintstone bone, this IS the look and mostly because of her Wet ‘N Wild lipstick – Popoholic
Sean Bean can’t wait to bust a raw baby-making nut up into his fifth wife – Celebitchy
Cardi B declared that Black History Month has been fucked up thanks to Jussie Smollett – The Blemish
Just when you thought R. Kelly had zapped all the creep factor out of your daily water cooler conversations, the ghost of Michael Jackson had to come back and be all, “Uh…hold my beer.” HBO is coming out with Leaving Neverland, a documentary about Wade Robson and James Safechuck, two kids who frequented MJ’s Neverland ranch and who say the King of Pop sexually abused them. After screening at Sundance (and getting major backlash from Michael’s estate and his fans) and getting early reports that this shit is super creepy, the Leaving Neverland trailer is out.
Too bad Paper didn’t ask her about her best friend fucking her sister’s man…
I don’t know if the pain medication plastic surgeons give their patients contain heroin, crack, or a combination of both but there must be something mind altering in the ingredients that make their patients believe the lies they tell themselves. Let’s take a trip through the elevated mind state of lips like Jagger businesswoman, and Kris Jenner’s top earner, Kylie Jenner as she sits down with Paper Magazine to once again discuss how she started her business from nothing. Well, that’s only if nothing means being genetically linked to a family of notorious famewhores with lots of money and insecurity issues.
Socialite, sister of Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis and mother-in-law of Carole Radziwill, Lee Radziwill, died last week, and there have been plenty of loving tributes to her, but let’s just get to the dirt and talk about how Jackie made a point of leaving Lee NADA in her will.
I miss the good old days when country music was your go-to stop for trashy high drama! For a while now, that role has been filled with a plethora of Lil’ rappers/Kardashians/RuPaul’s Drag Race edits. But I’m happy to report that Miranda Lambert and her new husband Brendan McLoughlin are single-handedly bringing the venerated traditions of homewrecking and public brawling back to Nashville where it belongs. As we know, when she’s not instigating steak house food fights, Miranda’s sneaking around and getting secretly married to a dude she just met who happens to have a baby the exact same age as their relationship (which is 3 months).
Come to find out, Brendan was engaged to a woman named Jackie Bruno at the time of that baby’s conception. And we know this because Jackie’s mom, Carol Bruno, talked to Radar and told them all about it in an exclusive interview. Carol says Brendan was doing the two-timing-two-step on her daughter while she was overseas. And Jackie only found out about his cheating heart when the the baby’s mom called her up and broke the news. I am 100 percent sure there’s a Reba McEntire song about this exact situation.
While I awaited the candy at CVS to go on sale the day after Valentine’s Day, the Champagne Papi Drake was out here ballin’ just because. And why shouldn’t he? After pretending he didn’t care about winning a Grammy last week he needed something cheap to ensure he stayed humble like the working class. So why not drop $400,000 on a phone case for a device he’ll toss away in about six months? Yes, that’s the mere definition of practicality.