Well, this is a fine way to find out that Snoop Dogg is now a dramaturg! Snoop is starring in an autobiographical stage play called “Redemption of a Dogg” and one of his co-stars is Tamar Braxton who plays his guiding angel and helps him find his path to Martha Stewart, I guess. However, at a recent performance in Washington, DC, Tamar disappeared halfway through the show and another actress had to take her place for the second half. After the performance, the audience was told she left because she had “an emergency”, but Daily Mail reports it was because Tamar was hongray and threw a fit when her food didn’t arrive backstage.
Hasbro knows that there’s a tired old game of Monopoly that’s missing about $3,748 bucks and has a bottle cap and a button in the box to replace the missing shoe and thimble, moldering away in every millennial’s parent’s house. And that nobody is going to bother to replace it. They must have figured the only way to get today’s young adults to buy Monopoly is to make it relevant to their interests and experiences. And so Hasbro has introduced a special edition of the game called Monopoly For Millennials: Because “adulting is hard”. I guess they also figured that the only way to get their attention was by insulting them. Millennials hate insults. But they love attention more. So it worked!
I fell in love through the pages of the Daily Mail. And the woman I’m in love with, is Stephen Baldwin’s (alleged) mistress. Her name is Ruth Perez Anselmi, and she has stolen my heart. Ruth gave an exclusive interview to DM claiming to have had a 2-year long affair with Stephen, and boy did they get their money’s worth. Stephen has denied the affair. When he was confronted leaving her Los Angeles apartment building, he “recoiled in horror and tried to escape”. When asked about it, he told the reporter “you’re out of your mind, brother” and hopped on one of those Lime scooters and scooted away. But Stephen’s the one who’s out of his mind, letting a real one like Ruth slip away.
These country music stars are just not wilin’ out like they used to. This year’s red carpet at the Country Music Association Awards was tamer ‘enna a mule caught a nibblin’ in the marijuana patch. In fact, the only person on the red carpet to go full Nudie was the yodeling Walmart kid, who I guess is country famous now. You know, I yodeled in a Walmart once and never got invited to the CMAs. Of course I was yodeling through there with a quickness and headed straight for the bathroom; road-trip coffee diarrhea is nothing to joke about. For the most part, the ladies kept it simple with selections from the Gunne Sax prom collection, and the gentleman chose one or two items from the Sheplers catalog and paired them with black jeans. Of course, there were a few stand-out looks.
Mary Kay Letourneau, one of America’s most notorious delusional crackpots, and her husband Vili Fualaau, have reconciled and are back together after he filed for legal separation last year. When the couple first split, People reported that the reason was garden variety marital problems. You know, like he never empties the dishwasher, she feels unfulfilled now that the kids are grown, he doesn’t look at her the same way anymore, she stole his childhood by entering into a sexual relationship with him when he was her 12-year-old elementary school student. Just normal stuff like that. However, Radar interviewed Vili at the time and he said it was because he wanted to start a pot business and was afraid his wife being a felon and registered sex offender might be an issue. Now it seems both scenarios are moot, because they’re back together.
Michael Avanatti, full of hubris and wielding a huge power boner, has flown too close to the sun and, allegedly, punched it in the face. Avanatti The Got Caughtti (I’m grieving, cut me some slack!) was arrested for felony domestic abuse on Wednesday. According to TMZ, Michael is accused of laying hands on a woman on Tuesday, and was arrested on Wednesday after his alleged victim (who is not his estranged wife, as was originally reported) caused a scene in front of a luxury apartment complex in the Century City neighborhood in Los Angeles.