I think palming her ass was overselling it, huh? Will Smith, wife Jada Pinkett-Smith, and daughter/philosopher-savant Willow Smith attended BET’s “2015 Black Girls Rock!” event on Saturday. Jada received the Star Power Award, and Will introduced her with a tribute to their beautiful heterosexual love. Then he made sure he touched her ass in front of everybody. This was obviously in hopes people would stop assuming he’s Tommy Girl’s permanent +1 down at the Scientology bathhouse.
And boy, did Willy lay it on thick. He mentioned seeing Jada in A Low, Down Dirty Shame, and on A Different World and how he just knew he needed her
to beard him and vice-versa to be his lady. He spun a stirring tale of laying up in bed with Jada one morning when he got a Google Alert (after the one about the half-off “Gear For Your Rear” sale on Fort Troff) that they were getting a divorce. He lay there, thinking of how he would cope if she wasn’t in his life? (Just audition new beards like Cruise did, duh.)
When Jada took the stage, she spoke so many words of wisdom, the most eloquent being something daughter Willow frequently says to her – “I am you. You are me. We are one.” That little girl has ascended past all of us, and should have her own yert in the desert where she can share her truth with the world. Those words didn’t come from her mouth, they came from the shining aura around her! (That family must get the most AMAZING weed.)
Jada SHOULD HAVE received the “Chewing, Swallowing, and Digesting Scenery Award” for her work as Eartha Kitt on Gotham.
Check out pics of Will, Jada and Willow from “BET’s 2015 Black Girls Rock!” event below, as well as snaps of Regina King, Cicely Tyson, Shelia E.(!), Estelle, Jill Scott, Jada’s moms Adrienne Banfield-Jones, Ciara, Tracee Ellis-Ross, Erykah Badu, Janelle Monae, and that hot bitch Cicely Tyson.
If you’re ever around Bruno, there’s a huge chance that he will put his musty sausage cheese balls and crushed hamburger buns in your face without any kind of notice. Last night on The Tonight Show, he did just that to Conan O’Brien. Conan played a long, but you know the words “I Quit This Bitch” were dangling on the tip of his tongue.
You know, while watching Conan getting scissored by Bruno, I thought to myself that he would look so pretty sitting in the middle of Home Depot with a flannel on. You know where I’m going with this. Conan could totally pass for a lipstick version of Rojo Caliente! I’d let him slap with a strap-on any day, anytime! Anyrojomakesmynipplesburns, Bruno’s old trick is at the 9:10 mark in the video above.
And here’s some pictures of Bruno at the L.A. premiere last night. If Tommy Girl was the Secretary of Defense, this would be the official (and only) uniform of the military.
When I first saw these pictures of Bruno at the Berlin premiere of his movie, I felt a lump in my throat, my skin felt itchy, my nipples retreated into my body and all the moisture in my eyeballs got sucked out. I figured it was time to go to the free clinic again, but then I remember I had the same symptoms after looking at the picture that still makes cameos in my nightmares. THIS:
Fuck you, Bruno! Thanks to him this picture will probably go back to being the STAR of my nightmares instead of just an extra. To make it even worse, Bruno is wearing UGGs inspired by the creepy family of furries. Way to punch me in my soul. I wouldn’t be surprised if Bruno is wearing a CROCS-made butt plug. Kill me.
You know Lady CaCa is flipping out at her stylist right now, because she has this same outfit in her closet just waiting to be worn. Bruno beat her to it! It’s okay, Lady CaCa, your dick is still bigger than the fake one on Bruno’s costume.
Bruno continued to douse Europe with his brand of faggotry with a stop in Madrid today. When in Madrid, dress like a versatile bottom bull with a jaw-breaking dick! I think Katie Holmes is off the hook, because Tommy Girl just fell in love.
Bruno’s world domination officially started in Paris yesterday at the premiere of his movie where he killed hos with his Naired pancake nalgas and fancy farts. That gayderhosen on Bruno wasn’t glittery at first, but then when he put it on….SMASH. CLICK. GLITZ.
Fun fact: This was Tommy Girl’s original costume in Valkyrie, but for some strange reason the producers vetoed it.
Here’s more of Bruno puckering for the cameras yesterday and also leaving his hotel later in the day wearing Gay Al’s “Ode to Thriller” outfit.
The glorious moment where Eminem’s butt face got a heaping serving of Bruno’s nalgas might not have ever happened, because Em wasn’t the producers first choice. A source told Life & Style that they asked Eminem to partake in the stunt, but kept him in the dark about getting up close and personal with Bruno’s sweet rolls. Mark Burnett, the producer of the MTV Movie Awards, originally asked Parasite Hilton to do it, but she turned them down.
Thank the fuck Wonky didn’t do it! First of all, she spends most of the day with a hot sweaty asshole in her face, so it wouldn’t have been anything new. Second of all, she’s already the butt of all jokes! Third of all, poor Bruno probably would’ve lost his sight if he put his eyeballs that close to Wonky’s crab nest.
I don’t care if it was staged or not, it was still Eminem’s greatest moment ever. He should go ahead and retire now, because nothing will top it.