The Bumblebeys (yes, I get pus-filled hives on my fingers every time I type that) of Antwerp, Belgium won't be able to see their Queen of the Beyhive (there comes those hives again) make overexcited dog faces (see: the face above) in concert, because she has canceled tonight's show and she might cancel tomorrow night's show too. According to UsWeekly, Beyonce's spokeswhore tells the AP that she's come down with a serious case of the tireds and a serious case of the thirsties. Beyonce just needs to put on her restin' wig and have a seat. (Yes, some of you have been telling her to have a seat for years and she's finally answering your prayers.)

Beyonce is one month into her Mrs. Carter Show world tour and she has three more months to go. Beyonce's rep says that doctors ordered her to lie down on a pile of freshly plucked swan feathers as her minions bring her hand-carved ice balls on a gold platter. I'm really supposed to beylieve that Beyonce's doctors ordered her to rest? Beyonce probably went up to her doctors and said, "Hi, I'm Beyonce, write me a sick note now. I'm waiting, whore."

Beyonce's rep also said that Beyonce's doctors will decide soon if she's going to perform tomorrow night.

Usually when celebwhores use the "exhaustion" excuse, it means they're cracked out on crack or they don't want to tell people the real reason for why they're canceling shit. So of course this is just giving more life to the rumor that she's expecting another chosen one. If that's the case, then I totally believe that Beyonce is tired and dehydrated. Because walking around with a pillow strapped to your belly is really tiring and just thinking about it makes me thirsty for a cold pop.

Just a few hours after St. Angie Jo's op-ed piece for The New York Times filled up everybody's Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and life feeds, Brad Pitt released his own statement to The London Evening Standard.

As Chelsea Handler's forehead vein explodes while she tries to figure out what in the fuck she's going to say about this, Brad Pitt released this statement of words. It's best if you read it in his Chanel No. 5 voice, especially the "absolutely heroic" part.

“Having witnessed this decision firsthand, I find Angie’s choice, as well as so many others like her, absolutely heroic. I thank our medical team for their care and focus. All I want for is for her to have a long and healthy life, with myself and our children. This is a happy day for our family.”

But isn't almost every day a happy day for Brad Pitt? He has millions of dollars, a cellar full of the finest good shit, locks full of grease that can double as peen lube, is always in the presence of Zahara's signature up-eye and he's usually stoned to infinity and beyond. So it's an EXTRA happy day.

If you're hoping that next season, NBC will completely retool SNL and fill it with nothing but skits starring Stefon (they can call it Stefonly Night Live)... Well, I have to break your boner of dreams, because that's not happening. Stefon (real name: William Hader) told The New York Times (Side note: In the past 12 hours, I've been posting so much stuff from The New York Times. Does that me smarter or them trashier?) that he'll take his final bow on the SNL stage during Saturday's season finale. Bill Hader has been on SNL for 8 years and he says that it's time for him to officially, once and for all quit that bitch:

“It was a hard decision, but it has to happen at some point. It got to a point where I said, ‘Maybe it’s just time to go.’ ”

Seth Meyers is leaving after next season to do Late Night and the Times says that Fred Armisen and Jason Sudeikis might also follow Bill Hader out the exit door.

The good news is that now Bill Hader has time to make a road trip movie starring himself as Stefon and himself as Lindsey Buckingham.

Courtney Stodden was afraid jumping out of a cake for her husband's birthday party would mess up her lip gloss, so she opted for plan B. - jellin76

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So...your prostitute's name was Tucky Charms, who kept bragging about being "Magically Suspicious", and you woke up this morning with a weird phallic shaped bruise on your face? Well, that is a mystery... - cs182

It was only a matter of time before someone found another use for that lickable wallpaper from Willy Wonka's factory tour. - Migraine Sally

Charlie Sheen knew exactly what to get his twin boys for their fifth birthday. He wasn't worried about the size - they'd grow into it. - LaChaylo

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Drunk Ass Sandra Lee's pet cockatoo Phoenix!

For a week, the Food Network's resident drunk mess Sandra Lee told The New York Times' Fashion & Style section what she wore every day and the article is a lie, because nowhere does it say that she wore vodka stains, puddles of dried Elmer's Glue and splashes of Hpnotiq on her clothes daily. But anyway, the First Drunk Lady of New York talked about how her pet cockatoo Phoenix, a gift from her piece Governor Andrew Cuomo, ruined the dress she was going to wear to the Met Gala. It goes without saying, but I LOVE PHOENIX! Drunk Ass Sandy put it like this:

Two weeks before, I had received my invitation to the Met Gala excited about this year’s theme: punk. I had a Vivienne Westwood dress, midnight black, perfectly beaded bodice and floor-length multilayered tulle skirt — perfect for the gala. I entered the walk-in closet to find Phoenix had severed nearly every bead, crystal and pearl from the dress. No joke. Into the cage Phoenix went...

More like, into the microwave Phoenix went..... On the next Semi-Homemade, Drunk Ass Sandy will make "almost tastes like chicken" cockatoo enchiladas using leftover tortillas from El Pollo Loco, the dried crust stuck to the lid of a jar of Tostito's queso dip, fire-roasted salsa packets from Taco Bell and a dollop of Daisy.

Phoenix was just doing Drunk Ass Sandy a favor. The Met Gala's theme was "punk" so he was punking that dress up. Drunk Ass Sandy was too drunk to appreciate Phoenix's styling skills. I doubt that was the first time Phoenix messed up something in Drunk Ass Sandy's house. Every time she makes one of her busted ass tablescapes, Phoenix probably tears that mess apart. Phoenix is one of us!

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In an op-ed piece for The New York Times, Angelina Jolie writes that she had a double mastectomy after finding out that she had the gene, BRCA1, which increases her risk of getting breast cancer. Doctors told Angie Jolie that she had an 87 percent chance of getting breast cancer and a 50 percent chance of getting ovarian cancer. So a little over three months ago, she underwent the first of many medical procedures, including getting reconstructive implants, and her double mastectomy was completed on April 27. Angie's chances of getting breast cancer have gone from 87 percent to 5 percent. And she did it all without the media finding out. In every tabloid office right now, the editor is firing every damn reporter for not finding this out first.

Angelina's mother Marcheline Bertrand died of ovarian cancer and she writes that although some of her child army got a chance to meet their grandmother, they'll never get to know her. So Angie Jolie had the double mastectomy so she can tell the child army that they don't have to worry about losing her to breast cancer. Angie writes about how she made the decision to get a double mastectomy:

Only a fraction of breast cancers result from an inherited gene mutation. Those with a defect in BRCA1 have a 65 percent risk of getting it, on average.

Once I knew that this was my reality, I decided to be proactive and to minimize the risk as much I could. I made a decision to have a preventive double mastectomy. I started with the breasts, as my risk of breast cancer is higher than my risk of ovarian cancer, and the surgery is more complex.

On April 27, I finished the three months of medical procedures that the mastectomies involved. During that time I have been able to keep this private and to carry on with my work.

Angie then writes that she decided to go public with her decision to help other women and she's lucky she has Brad Pitt to support her. What she means by that is that Brad Pitt supplied her with some seriously potent chronic while she was healing.

I wanted to write this to tell other women that the decision to have a mastectomy was not easy. But it is one I am very happy that I made. My chances of developing breast cancer have dropped from 87 percent to under 5 percent. I can tell my children that they don’t need to fear they will lose me to breast cancer.

It is reassuring that they see nothing that makes them uncomfortable. They can see my small scars and that’s it. Everything else is just Mommy, the same as she always was. And they know that I love them and will do anything to be with them as long as I can. On a personal note, I do not feel any less of a woman. I feel empowered that I made a strong choice that in no way diminishes my femininity.

I am fortunate to have a partner, Brad Pitt, who is so loving and supportive. So to anyone who has a wife or girlfriend going through this, know that you are a very important part of the transition. Brad was at the Pink Lotus Breast Center, where I was treated, for every minute of the surgeries. We managed to find moments to laugh together. We knew this was the right thing to do for our family and that it would bring us closer. And it has.

For any woman reading this, I hope it helps you to know you have options. I want to encourage every woman, especially if you have a family history of breast or ovarian cancer, to seek out the information and medical experts who can help you through this aspect of your life, and to make your own informed choices.

And now she's officially, officially a saint!

Will Smith said in an interview a couple of weeks ago that he and Jada Pinkett Smith don't believe in punishing their kids. They believe that their kids are responsible for their own lives. They let their kids do whatever they want as long as they can explain to Will and Jada why that was the right thing to do for their lives. It's directly from the Scientology parenting book. But you know, Will and Jada have something in common with abuelitas. Because abuelitas also ask for an explanation when you do something bad. An abeulita wants you to explain to her why she shouldn't beat your ass with a chancelta for not acting right.

Well, now Will is telling The Sun (via Radar) that 14-year-old Jaden Smith wants even more freedom. Specifically, Jaden wants to be free to live in his own damn house. Will says Jaden told him that for his 15th birthday, he wants to legally quit their asses.

“He says, ‘Dad, I want to be emancipated.’ I know if we do this, he can be an emancipated minor, because he really wants to have his own place, like ‘Ooh.' That’s the backlash. On the other side, if kids just want to have command of their lives, I understand.”

A 15-year-old millionaire who can't even drive living in his own house.... What can go wrong besides EVERYTHING? Before Jaden emancipates himself from his parents, he should emancipate that constipated expression from his face. He should probably start there first.

During an American Airlines flight from Los Angeles to JFK, the spirit of Whitney Houston took over the body of a passenger who couldn't stop singing Dolly Parton's "I Will Always Love You (in the style of Nippy)." Another passenger told CNN that the song "I Will Always Love You" is forever embedded deep into their brain, because Nippy 2.0 would not stop telling the entire plane through song that she loved them. Nippy 2.0 did not stop spitting out tattered musical notes from her mouth and it got so annoying that they had to stop in Kansas City to hand her over to the police. (Note to self: If I'm ever on a flight from LAX to JFK and want to eat some Kansas City ribs, just start singing some Whitney Houston shit until they escort me off the plane.)

A rep for the Kansas City International Airport told CNN, "The passenger was detained, not arrested, and then released pending further investigation by the TSA (Transportation Safety Administration) and federal air marshals. I can confirm that she was singing 'I Will Always Love You' as she was escorted off the plane."

The rep didn't say if the passenger went full Whitney by screaming "BOBAAAAAAY B" in the hallways before asking hos to pop her doody bubble.

The passenger told authorities that she has diabetes and that's why she freaked out. If you're side-eyeing that "diabetes" excuse, let me side-eye you right back. Because one time my grandmother's blood sugar levels got low and she opened the kitchen cabinets and started throwing food everywhere. So it happens.

And since when can you not take pictures on the plane? When a plane makes an emergency landing in Kansas City because a mile high songbird won't stop belting out a Dolly Parton song, everyone's going to pull out their phones to document it. Doesn't that flight attendant know what world she lives in?

Before I even knew what a psychologist was (and before a couple psychologists dumped me as a patient), I watched Dr. Joyce Brothers on TV. Even though I really didn't know what she was talking about, I was into her and it was mostly because of her gorgeous hair flip. And now Dr. Joyce Brothers is in heaven.

The Los Angeles Times says that the pop culture icon and one of the most famous psychologists in the world died today in NYC at the age of 85. Dr. Joyce Brothers' publicist passed the news to the media, but didn't give a cause of death.

Dr. Joyce Brothers became famous in 1955 when she was the first woman to win the grand prize on the television game show The $64,000 Question. After that, she regularly showed up on TV shows to give advice and that led to getting her own column in Good Housekeeping. Dr. Joyce Brothers also played herself in an episode of Melrose Place and an episode of The Love Beat.

Dr. Joyce Brothers married Milton Brothers (an internist, not a board game maker) in 1949 and they stayed together until his death in 1989. Dr. Joyce Brothers is survived by her daughter, her sister, her four grandchildren and two great-grandchildren.

Dr. Joyce Brothers' death reminds me that most things were better in the 80s. In the 80s and 90s we had Dr. Joyce Brothers and now we have Dr. Phil's stupid ass. Come back, Dr. Joyce Brothers. Come back!