Jay-Z And Beyonce Spend $1 Million A Year On A Nursery That Blue Ivy Carter Sometimes Spends Time In
When normal people go to see a basketball game at a stadium, they usually leave their kid with a $10/an hour teenage babysitter or if they're a Lohan, they leave their kid in the backseat of the car with a bottle full of gin. But when the duke and duchess of the one percent, Jay-Z and Beyonce, go to Brooklyn's Barclays Center, which he owns less than 0.2% of, they drop Blue Ivy Carter and her team of nannies in a luxury nursery that they pay over $83,000 a month for. MONEY: Jay-Z and Beyonce like wasting it!
A source tells UsWeekly that Barclays rents out 11 private suites and, of course, Jay-Z's cost the most. When Blue Ivy Carter isn't slobbering on the walls of Jay-Z's private suite, he lets his friends use it. The source said this mess of words:
"Jay rents a luxurious basement suite for $1 million a year. It has an area for Blue filled with toys. It's all glass with a champagne bar and TV screen. Jay lets friends use his digs when he's not there."
Oh okay, so Blue Ivy Carter's nursery is just in an "area" of Jay-Z's suite. Let's say Blue Ivy Carter's private space takes up 25% of the suite, that's around $20,000 a month for a nursery space that she sometimes sits in every now and again. Jay-Z and Beyonce spending that much money on BIC's sometime nursery makes sense, because studies show that little babies are so much happier and healthier when they're sitting in luxury spaces!
If I went to BIC's luxurious nursery at Barclays and asked her if she's happy, she'd stop playing with her rattle carved out of a giant diamond and say to me, "Googoojiggablahblahsingladiesgaggadrooooool."
If I went to the playpen in the kitchen that my cousin's baby plays in and asked her if she's happy, she'd stop playing with her plastic blocks from The Dollar Tree and say to me, "Googoojiggablahblahsingladiesgaggadrooooool."
See, haterz, THE FACTS DON'T LIE!
Tracy Anderson is the trainer-of-choice to a lot of celebrity twats and she goes against everything I believe in like not working out, eating food and hating on Gwyneth Paltrow. If you don't know who Tracy Anderson is, get to know the bat-faced muscle troll by reading these words of wisdom that have fallen out of her mouth over the years:
“A lot of women use pregnancy as an excuse to let their bodies go, and that’s the worst thing."
“I’ve seen so many women who come to me right after (having children) with disaster bodies that have gone through hell, or they come to me years later and say, ‘Oh, my body is like this because I had three kids.’”
"When you feel your best, you're more confident in bed. It's not lights-out, under-the-covers sex. It's more like, 'Take a look at this!'"
But I will slightly slow clap for Tracy Anderson for saying this after pulling GOOP's pants down during a "body evaluation": "Oh, my God, wow, I am just so surprised, because you look so good in clothes. I wasn't expecting this."If bile almost poured out of Tracy's eye holes from looking at GOOP's skinny ass, I can only imagine what her reaction was when she stared directly at Kim Kardashian's ass of doom. It was probably a lot like that scene in Indiana Jones when Indy runs from that giant boulder. Kim wrote on her blog yesterday that fellow fame whore Tracy Anderson is her trainer now, which means that for the next few months she'll only eat dried lemon pith and workout 23 hours a day.
Tracy Anderson is keeping me in shape! She is helping me make the adjustments necessary to keep me feeling happy, healthy and most importantly create a workout plan that is safe for the baby. It’s really important for me to have a fitness routine that works for my body and my schedule and I’m really happy with the workout plan Tracy is working with me on.
The only good that can come from this is that when Tracy Anderson is standing behind Kim Kartashian and is screaming at her to do ten thousand squats in a row, Kim will get tired and fall back, crushing Tracy. The next set of pictures we'll see is a panty-less Kim strutting out of Tracy's studio as a shaky, bony hand reaches out of her ass for help.
Why anyone would want to party with Lindsay Lohan, let alone pay for it, is beyond me. Bitch will drink your entire supply of booze, snatch your wallet, clog up all the toilets and say goodbye by punching you in the face. Bitch kills a party faster than an angry drunk abuelita with diarrhea. But the third in line to the throne of Brunei did pay Lindsay Lohan to show up to his party in London. Prince Azim could've lured LiLo to his party by leaving a trail of jooree, bottles of Popov vodka and generic Adderall from NYC to London, but I guess he loves wasting money, because he paid her $100,000.
White Oprah tells Huffington Post that LiLo didn't go to London to enter the Celebrity Big Brother house with other A-listers like Heidi Montag, Spencer Pratt and (insert the name of a bunch of British never-wases here). LiLo went to London, because the Prince of Brunei dialed up Rent-A-Mess and summoned her there. Just like Mariah Carey and Raquel Welch before her, Lindsay Lohan was paid a shit load of money and had all her expenses taken care of by Prince Azim. Some source tells the NYDN that Prince Azim loves renting celebrities for his parties and since LiLo is hard up for a dollar, she took that check. For some reason the NYDN asked Michael Lohan about LiLo getting paid to party and he opened up his corroded pie hole to queef this out: “Now she’s getting paid for dates?” and Michael Lohan went on to say, "...and since I'm her co-pimp, bitch better have my cut."
Some people are laughing at LiLo's newest act of desperation, but in all seriousness I think it's a smart move. Lindsay Lohan got paid to be Lindsay Lohan. Prince Azim sat on this throne and clapped all gleefully as LiLo slapped his guests, deep-throated several bottles of Grey Goose, ran over a baby, made the bartender empty out the cash register and then gave the prince a half-assed hand job while re-tweeting a Winston Churchill quote. Bitch does that for free every single night, so I can't hate on her for getting paid for it. That should be LiLo's new career. Clowns and mariachi bands are out! If you want to make your next party a memorable experience, hire a cracked out jester.
Here's LiLo showing off her new lips while waltzing into a restaurant in London the other night.
Since TLC is basically just one long never-ending episode of Maury, one of the Here Comes Honey Boo Boo "holladay" specials will feature Mama June facing her greatest fear, which surprisingly isn't vegetables that haven't been deep fried in cheese oil and covered in ranch dressing. The heaves crawl up Mama June's sketti sauce-covered froat when she thinks of MARANNAISE!
While working the hell out of her newly straightened bayootiful yallaw hayer-ah (yes, Tim Peeler would hit that while blowing his coyote horn), Mama June tells her tribe of adorable sugar-coated diabetes drops that her hate for mayonnaise was born when she was a kid because her babysitter only fed her mayo sandwiches. Mama June can easily swallow up bowls of macaroni (air kiss to Simply Sara) and coleslaw salad, but she can't make it herself and she has a hard time looking at mayo in its raw, delicious state. Mama June's mayo phobia is a little strange, because I'm sure if you cracked two raw eggs between her luscious triple decker chins and rubbed all her chins together, out would squirt the most delicious bacon cheddar marannaise you've ever tasted.
Mama June's talk about her mayo fears then leads to Chickfila and Snickerdoodle (or whatever their names are) fighting over whether or not vegamatarians eat marannaise. They're confusing vegans with vegamatarians, but let them argue, because the way they say mayonnaise takes me up, up and away.
And I cannot relate to Mama June's fear of mayo. My tongue is to mayo as gnats are to the sour cream crusties on Mama June's forklift foot. I love it. I can bathe in mayo, brush my teeth with mayo, moisturize my ass cheeks with mayo, wet my contact lenses with mayo and I can even use mayo as lube. So this is good news, because it means there's MORE MARANNAISE FOR ME! Because if Mama June loved marannaise as much as I do, there'd be a nationwide shortage and I'd have to deliver a screeching marannaise message on YouTube.
Today's headline: Naomi Campbell injured as she was attacked and robbed in Paris
Tomorrow's headline: Paris thieves founds bludgeoned to death with a Blackberry in their underground lair, no suspects
How do you say "Nobody fucks with Naomi?" in French, because that's what needed to be whispered in the ear of French thieves who robbed her ass and knocked her over on the streets of Paris. Page Six says that over a month ago, Naomi The Terrible was hailing a cab in Paris when French thugs, who had been casing her out, knocked her to the ground and stole her shit. Naomi tore a ligament and her really hot Russian billionaire boyfriend flew her on his private jet to Vail, CO to be treated by the top orthopedic surgeon in the world. Naomi is now laid up in her mansion on Star Island in Miami, plotting her revenge on those bitches. The French police are currently looking for two suspects named Kar and Ma. A source put it like this to Page Six:
“It was terrifying. Naomi believes the assailant had been watching her, casing her out, and waited for a moment to strike when she was alone. She was attacked in the street as she hailed a cab, and robbed. Her leg was injured as she was violently pushed to the ground. She was understandably very upset and shaken up."
The Daily Mail has pictures of Naomi sitting on a Jazzy with her leg in a cast. The Daily Mail's source is squinting their eyes at all of this, because Naomi never reported the attack to the police. Another source said that Naomi only drives in limousines, thankyouverymuch, and if you've got kidney stones, just imagine her trying to hail a cab. That image will make you laugh so hard that all of your kidney stones will shoot out of your pee hole. When Page Six asked Naomi about it, she told them that she doesn't speak to the press and that she's fine.
Something in the milk really ain't clean about this, because The Daily Mail's source is right. Why was Naomi taking a taxi? Was her private limousine driver in the hospital, because she kicked his knee cap off after he made eye contact with her while opening her door? Why was Naomi hailing her own taxi? I didn't know her arm could do that! Where was one of her ten dozen assistants or bodyguards? More importantly, how did a bunch of regular dudes manage to tackle Naomi to the ground? Naomi can chop off a housekeeper's head from 50 yards away by throwing her ninja star Blackberry, but she couldn't beat down to stupid ass thieves? You'd think that Naomi would've stunned them with her cunt glare and then cackled as their brains seeped out of their ear holes while she beat them over the head.
What is going on, Naomi? Are you trying to tell us that your super Blackberry-beating power is weakening? Say it ain't so. I don't even know what world we're living in anymore.
UPDATE: French police are now saying that Naomi Campbell did file a report with them. Naomi was lounging in her limousine with the door open when two thieves on bikes tried to snatch her purse up. They didn't get shit, but apparently Naomi was knocked over a little and a ligament in her leg tore.
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When you got up this morning, wiped your own ass, scrubbed down your own pits in the shower and then put your clothes on by yourself, did you stop and think to herself, "What I just did there was so simple, so elegant, so beautiful"? Well, if you did, you're an asshole, because that's what JLo says every time she dresses herself. Jenny is still from the block, but the block she's from now is in Bel Air and her entire $500 million 400-room mansion sits on it.
JLo told Harper's Bazaar that her gold-plated life is so damn luxurious and over-the-top that she thinks it's so simple and so beautiful when she gets to dress her own self and comb her kids' hair. Bitch thinks she's Marie Antoifuckingnette.
"I like the whole idea of traveling, of looking good, and doing it well. I make it as simple and as beautiful as I can because my life is kind of big. So I pack my luggage, or dress myself, or comb my kids' hair, pick up their clothes — that makes our life beautiful, you know? There's something very elegant in that."
The hell kind of diamond dust is this bitch inhaling? She's out-GOOPING GOOP! I get that JLo usually has stylists sewing her into $50,000 gowns and a team of vagina nurses who change her rabbit fur tampons for her, but is she that out of touch? Of course she is, I know. But she shouldn't think that dressing herself is simple. I mean, it must be pretty hard and complicated to put on pants while your head is shoved far up your own ass. So she should give herself some serious credit for that. It's JLo's greatest talent!
And JLo also talked about that infamous Gucci dress she wore to the Grammys with Diddy:
"I have that at home. The other day, my housekeeper put it on a mannequin in my spa, where I get my hair and makeup done. She sent me a picture. She was like, 'You like this dress?' Um, yeah, but I don't know if I like it out in the house!"
I'm pretty sure a part of that quote was chopped off. JLo went on to say, "...and then I fired my maid for putting her peon hands all over the dress I'll have to sell on eBay when bitches get tired of my ridiculous diva ways and stop hiring my ass."
Joseph Sciambra is a former "gay porn star" and I put that in quotes, because I'd like to think I've seen a lot of gay porn and I've never seen Joseph Sciambra before. I guess he'd have to bend over and wiggle his stitched up sphincter for me to recognize him. Joseph used to be a butt sex-loving porn star and his ass canal was a birthing slide for demon entities, but now he's a Christian and speaks out against the dark-sidedness of ass sex on his website (which is a treasure in itself).
While sitting in what looks like the gift shop at The Holy Land Experience, Joseph tells us that butt holes were not designed to eat penises (Side note to Joseph: Try telling that to my b-hole.) and he believe he birthed out a demon through his ass. I don't think that was a demon. I think it was a lube-covered raisin, which looks and smells like a sadistic demon, so it's an easy mistake. Stuart Smalley's fashion icon then says that butt birthing out Rosemary's baby's twin fucked up his anus so bad that he had to get his sphincter stitched shut.
I know some of you are probably thinking that the doctor should've stitched up the sphincter on his face instead of the sphincter on his ass, but I disagree. Some of what comes out of his mouth is gold:
"Jenna Jameson never did anal onscreen."
"Anal sex creates a doorway into the demonic supernatural."
"Anal has become the first kiss."
I just want to buy a bunch of sphincter-shaped pillows and stitch (pun intended) those phrases onto every single one of them. And this does explain why every time I get ready to have butt sex, my piece hisses in horror, throws holy water at my ass and makes the sign of the cross while running out the door.