Goopy Stank Up The Met Gala

To Goopy Paltrow, being at the Met Gala was a lot like being trapped in the wet, hot fart of a poor person who just ate cheap Mexican food. She hated almost every second of it. Well, the feeling might’ve been mutual. People at the Met Gala hated Goopy being there as much as she did. The National Enquirer says that Goopy wasn’t lying when she said she was hot, because apparently her pits were as juicy and moist as a roasted organic quail coming out of her $50,000 La Cornue’s Grand Palais oven. Some source tells The National Enquirer that Goopy’s pits don’t lie:

“Poor Gwyneth looked picture-perfect, but it must have been the hot lights that caused her to be a little strong on the nose. It was pretty pungent, and I don’t think she had a clue. I saw at least two people wave their hands in front of their noses after passing her.”

One of Goopy’s friends said that she doesn’t use deodorant, because she read that the aluminum in some deodorants can increase your chances of getting breast cancer. So she uses that crystal rock crap and other stuff instead.

This entire story has almost made me put my bong away for the weekend, because the thought of people plugging their nose while walking by Goopy has taken me up, up, up and away! But the truth is, the middle-class and the bougies just aren’t used to smelling the scent of the blue blood royals. Goopy’s pit stank probably smells like platinum bullion, Yangtze River dolphin queefs, red diamond dust, slightly seared Kobe beef and a hint of organic Saffron.

Of course the middle-class and bougies wouldn’t understand her natural aroma. They just don’t have the noses for it. It’s kind of like when Goopy let her laundress taste the coagulated jizz balls of white tigers she had imported in from Bengal. Goopy’s laundress spit it out and Goopy patted her on the back while saying, “It’s okay, it’s not your fault you were born with that palate.” So Goopy doesn’t hate those bitches who said she stank up the room. It’s not their fault they were born with the nasal palate of an ordinary peasant.

Here’s musty Goopy and Chris Martin leaving some party she threw in London the other night.

Goopy Is Talking About The Met Gala Again, But Didn’t Spit On It This Time

Goopy Paltrow is still crapping at the mouth about the Met Gala and she’ll keep crapping at the mouth about the Met Gala until it’s time for next year’s Met Gala, so she can crap at the mouth about it some more. We already know that Goopy would rather blow crack smoke up into the Mayor of Toronto’s ass than go to the Met Gala again, because she told everyone not once, but twice. But she didn’t say how much she hated the Met Gala in this week’s Goop.

Goopy talks about getting ready for the Met Gala and instead of writing, “I should’ve just worn a Hefty bag so I would’ve fit in with all the other trash there,” she sort of gushed about all the fashion. Goopy said before that everyone at the Met Gala was a little “too old to dress punk,” but in this week’s Goop she was farting out a different tune:

The Met Ball, at NYC’s Metropolitan Museum of Art, is always the year’s most elaborate display of incredible fashion and this year was no different. The theme was ‘Punk: Chaos to Couture’ and when the house of Valentino’s Pierpaolo Piccioli and Maria Grazia Chiuri asked me to join them, I was thrilled to see what they would create with my right fashion hand, Elizabeth Saltzman.

We got all inspired in the goop office about punk making a comeback through subtle influence and thus, we asked one of my absolute favorite websites, the most excellently curated SSENSE, to show us how we could work it into our spring/summer wardrobes.

In the parlor at the House of the Death Eaters, Anna Wintour temporarily stopped sucking the youth out of a 12-year-old model’s mouth, picked up the phone, dialed the number to one of her minions and said, “You can tell every designer to un-blacklist that Goopy bitch now. Actually, wait a couple of days. My nips are getting hard just thinking about her getting kicked out Bergdorf’s. Blehehehehee.”

Goopy Paltrow Thinks She Looks Like RuPaul Here

In her 5,902,487th interview of the month, Goopy Paltrow tells USA Today that she knows the stick shoved up her ass is a “lightning rod” and people constantly “project a lot of stuff” onto her. She doesn’t ready any of that stuff, because it’s none of her business. Goopy gets that people think she’s too privileged, but she’s just a woman with real problems. Goopy’s not perfect and she has suffered in her life. Goopy does have a point. I mean, one time her laundress used Palmolive to wash her 22k white gold thread sheets. Goopy didn’t know about it until she had already used those sheets. She spent hours scrubbing the average out of her pristine skin with a sponge made from the fur of a wild baby boar. That is SUFFERING!

When Goopy started complaining about how tired she is, USA Today’s writer stroked the softest parts of her ego a bit by asking her how is it possible for her to look so fresh the morning after the Met Gala? Goopy spat this out:

“Are you crazy? I’m like RuPaul! I have so much makeup on. Foundation! Last night, I was literally a transvestite.”

Either English professor Rachel Zoe taught Gwyneth Paltrow what the definition of “literally” is or she’s trying to tell us that she’s got a flaccid, pasty, pencil dick hanging between her legs. Whatever the case may be, she’s offending “transvestites” everywhere, because no transvestite I’ve seen would ever go outside looking that bland, basic and boring.

And I have only one response to her “I’m like RuPaul” comment:

Play it again, because that comment deserves a double slap.

Speaking Of Kanye Meltdowns…..

While getting drunk with Australian radio hosts Kyle and Jackie O at a dinner in NYC the other night, Goopy Paltrow continued to whine about how the Met Gala sucked (translation: if she wanted to be around that much down river trash, she would’ve went to Arby’s), was too crowded (translation: full of Z-list gutter whores) and she also said that they’re all too old to be dressing punk (translation: She knows she looked like a hot pink skid mark and she was jealous of Madge’s old ass). Goopy then told Kyle and Jackie O that the melodramatic tantrum queen that is Kanye West threw a little hissy fit during his performance, because Kanye is Kanye and his heart will stop beating if he doesn’t act like a twat at least once a day:

“Kanye West was playing and he was all furious and he threw his microphone down and it was all drama. I don’t know why.”

“I don’t know why…” Um, because Kanye is always a glum cunt (copyright: Mad Mel Gibson) and freaks out over everything. He probably yells at his shits when they’re not shaped right. And he yells at his peen when it doesn’t cum while he’s fapping in the mirror. Then when he does cum, he yells at his cum, because if it wasn’t for his cum he would’ve never knocked up a Kartrashian.

If only gravity was random…. If it was, that mic would’ve bounced back up and hit him in the face. It would’ve been yet another point for inanimate objects.

And if you want to hear Goopy talk about her vagina looking like that of an 8-year-old, here’s her full talk with Kyle and Jackie O.

via UsWeekly

QOTD: The Met Gala Was Not Good Enough For Goopy

If you’ve ever wanted to go to the Met Gala, you’re crazy. But if you’re going to go, go next year, because it’s going to be GOOP-free! Goopy Paltrow told USA Today in so many words that she’d rather smoke non-organic crack out of a Dollar Tree crack pipe while giving herself a Mountain Dew enema on a pile of t-shirts from The Gap than go to the Met Gala again. Goopy barfed out this crap nugget:

“I’m never going again. It was so un-fun. It was boiling. It was too crowded. I did not enjoy it at all.”

Since I write about Goopy nearly every second of the damn day, I practically speak fluent GOOP. What she’s really saying is, “I’m totally going next year, because that low-rent event needs me and I can write it off as charity. It was so bougie. The bougie sweat so much and I refused to breathe, because I didn’t want to inhale their nasty bougie sweat fumes! There was so much trash there too! For a second I thought they invited my weekend maid, but then she told me her name was Minka Kelly and that’s not my weekend maid’s name. The only time I enjoyed myself was when my sister from another mister, Beyonce, and I sat on this abandoned, lumpy sofa and made fun of all the poors in off-the-rack dresses.”

People Want A Pepper Potts Movie, So Says Goopy Paltrow

Goopy Paltrow doesn’t need to stroke the shaft of her own ego when the voices in her head can do it for her. Goopy already told the world that her friend told her that she has the ass of a 22-year-old stripper and now she’s telling the world that journalists told her that Pepper Potts needs her own movie. The journalists really said, “Ugh, you ruined the movie!,” but Goopy heard, “Oh, you need your own movie!”

At a press conference for Iron Man 3, Babble (via UsWeekly) reports that Goopy told reporters that she’s happy she got to finally wear an Iron Man suit and do stunts. Goopy says that some journalists really loved seeing her in the suit and told her that Pepper Potts should get her own movie.

I loved it so much. You know, I was getting kind of like, come on, guys. Pepper, like, let’s- come on, like, all these boys are flying around doing all this fun stuff, and I loved how patient and kind and sweet Pepper is. But when I read this script, I was like, “oh yeah!” She’s in the suit and flying around, and I loved doing the stunts. As I said, I really had never done anything like that before and it was really fun. I felt like I should’ve been doing this my whole life. It’s like, “why am I doing all these period films. it’s so boring.”

The nice thing is that everybody’s sort of been very sweet about Pepper in this movie, like all the journalists who came in. They were like, “oh my God, you have to have your own movie,” because in the comics, Pepper gets her own suit, and she becomes a character called Rescue. They’re like, we need a Rescue movie, and I’m like, okay, well, I’d better hit the gym.

If only the gym could hit her instead. I mean, when is she not in the gym?  I bet that during that entire press conference, she was doing butt crunches with the help of a tiny Buttmaster shoved between her ass cheeks. How do you think she got that 22-year-old stripper ass?

You know, a Pepper Potts movie isn’t a bad idea. I’m all for a Pepper Potts movie, but only if they drop her in a ditch full of raw red meat, canned cheese and processed carbs and make her eat her way out of it while her enemies shout “PASS-TA!” at her over and over again.