One snot bubble of a non-apology wasn’t enough for CeeLo Green, so he snorted out a second snot bubble of a non-apology.
The chunky Ghoulie found himself neck deep in a whole lot of cold shit the other day when he told his Twitter followers that it’s not rape if the person is unconscious and doesn’t remember it happening. Those diarrhea-embedded tweets came out of CeeLo after he pleaded “no contest” to one felony count of furnishing a controlled substance. The woman he drugged claims he also raped her, but he’s always denied that. The day after CeeLo schooled everyone on the definition of rape, TBS canceled his reality show The Good Life and a source claims that the cancellation has nothing to do with the smegma he spewed and they had already planned to throw his show in a grave before he said that shit. Sure they did.
After his show was killed, the diabolical bowling bowl once again went into damage control mode and tried to tweet another apology, but this “sorry, not sorry” pile of vomit came out instead:
“Comments attributed to me on Twitter…” That’s a new one. Wait, is that CeeLo’s way of saying that he doesn’t remember tweeting that shit? Well then, those tweets never happened and let’s all move along. Because dumbasses who tweet stupid crap about rape REMEMBER.
A couple of years ago, a woman told police that while on a date with CeeLo Green, he allegedly snuck MDMA into her drink and after she passed out, he raped her. At the time, the long-lost twin of Pile of Chet from Weird Science admitted to “giving” the woman MDMA and having sex with her, but denied raping her. CeeLo was charged with drugging the woman, a felony, and the rape charge was dropped due to lack of evidence. CeeLo recently pleaded “no contest” to the drugging charge and he was sentenced to probation and community service. CeeLo probably should’ve left it at that, but he just couldn’t help himself. Yesterday on Twitter, CeeLo dribbled out an incoherent shit stream of words where he said that it’s only rape if the person is conscious. Satan, please come and get your child, because it’s too early in the week for dumbassery like this.
Before CeeLo hit the delete button on all of his tweets, Love B. Scott (via Buzzfeed) got screen shots of them. CeeLo tried to school his followers on the true meaning of “rape” by telling them that it’s not rape if the person who was raped doesn’t remember they were raped. What in “tree falling in a forest” HELL is this midget T-rex talking about? The tweets are after the cut. CAUTION: You will lose at least one brain cell while reading them.
Why? Why? Why did I have to find out on the Lord’s Day that when Gene Simmons frowns, his cheeks look like saggy grandma tits? I could’ve handled it if I found out on a Monday. And now I’m depressed.
Back in July, notorious butt dingle Gene Simmons told SongFacts.com that he really has no sympathy for depressed people and drug addicts. The interview went unnoticed when it first came out, but after Robin Williams’ suicide, it made its way around the Internet. Gene was asked if he gets along with the original members of Kiss and he said that he doesn’t, because he doesn’t get along with drug addicts and anyone who “has a dark cloud over their head and sees themselves as a victim.”
Gene said that if you want to know real pain and suffering, talk to his mother, because she was in a concentration camp during the Holocaust. So unless the Nazis are beating you while holding you against your will in a concentration camp, you have no right to see the world as a shitty place. Oh Gene, the world was a shitty place then, it can be a shitty place now and it’s an even shittier place when you open up your crusty diarrhea slit of a mouth and speak words.
Christian author, reality trash, porn trick, yogurt maker, mother of every year and rubber asshole mogul Farrah Abraham is now shaking her concrete ball tits for dollars at the Palazio Gentlemen’s Club in Austin, TX. E! News says that Backdoor Farrah started out as a cocktail waitress, but that lasted for about six seconds when she realized she could make more money stripping. If Farrah dances like she screws, then she probably moves like a sloth on Ambien, and since men would definitely throw money at a sloth on Ambien if it showed them its tits, she’s making a lot of money. But Backdoor Farrah wouldn’t be Backdoor Farrah if she didn’t reach into a bull’s dirty ass and pull out a bullshit excuse for why she’s stripping. Surprisingly, Backdoor Farrah didn’t say that she lives at the Palazio and she can’t believe that a bunch of strange men are violating her by throwing money at her while she dances naked in the privacy of her own home. Instead, Farrah said that she’s doing research just like Jennifer Aniston. That’s your cue to go to your refrigerator, get out a giant plastic tub of whipped Bitch, Please, scoop a spoonful out and prepare to fling it at this mess with butt plug dust for brains.
“I’m doing research. A friend of mine works there and I’m researching. I’ve been trying out all the roles that make up a gentleman’s club, including cocktailing and dancing. There’s management and there’s cooking too. It’s job shadowing that I hope pays off. In the same way Jennifer Aniston researched her role as a stripper, that’s what I’m doing. It’s how I get the information to write my books and do my movies. Unfortunately, I’m not free to talk about what those future projects may be. But I’m interested in hearing all the women’s stories. And while I’m doing it, I’m getting paid. I’m getting paid to play a role and get informed.”
That’s a good line actually. The next time you get caught by the police sucking dick under the bridge (which I know happens to you all the time), just tell them, “Officer, I’m doing research for a book I’m writing about sucking dick under bridges.” The next time my mom throws me a cold judgmental side-eye for smelling like weed, I’ll tell her that I’m just doing research for the role of a nonsensical stoned blogger that I “play” 24 hours a day.
But really, Farrah’s daughter is probably wondering when she’s going to do research for her book about how to be a good mom by actually being a good mom. No! Farrah’s daughter doesn’t care. She’s busy doing her own thing.
I haven’t been to that many charity events in my life (Wait, does my 4th grade birthday party count? I mean, half of the kids there were only there for the cake and were forced to be there by their parents who felt sorry for my ass), but even I know that when you go t a charity event, you shouldn’t promote or do anything that goes against the cause. If you go to a D.A.R.E. event, you should probably wait until after that shit finishes to smoke heroin out of a pipe made of coke while butt snorting meth in the bathroom. If you go to an event for Human Rights Watch, you probably shouldn’t wear a Justin Bieber t-shirt since Justin Bieber is a walking human rights violation. So either model type Cara Delevingne was in the mood for trolling or the wolf brows on her face sucked out every piece of her brain for nourishment. Because that piece of trash wore a rabbit fur coat to a wildlife fundraiser in St. Tropez.
Michelle Rodriguez’s partner in pussy and Selena Gomez’s maybe-current partner in pussy showed up to the event for The Leonardo DiCaprio Foundation in a white tuxedo thing, but sometime during the event, she changed into what looked like a rabbit fur jacket and tiny, white, pussy-exposing track shorts that screamed “I am not on my period!” Page Six’s source said that during the event, everybody GASPED when Cara got on the stage with human ass scab Robin Thicke and was wearing a coat that was made of the mutilated bodies of Thumper’s relatives:
“She got up there with Robin Thicke in what looked like a white rabbit fur,” says a spy.
“It was like, wait, this is an event for wildlife!”
Why isn’t there video of this? Specifically, why isn’t there video of Leonard DiCaprio when this was happening, because I really want to see his face go from “Wait, have I fucked her yet?” to “OH GOD SHE’S WEARING PETER COTTONTAIL!” before using his hot karate moves to kung-fu kick her off the stage. This could’ve been a Chelsea Clinton situation and Cara’s jacket could’ve been fake, but probably not.
Bitch probably didn’t even know what the event was for. She was just there for the free press, free booze and free coke. In this dumb twat’s defense, she goes to so many “charity events” for the free press and freeze booze that she forgets what charity the event is for and what the dress code is. At one charity event, she has to wear a red ribbon. At another charity event, she has to wear pink. And at a different charity event, she can’t wear dead animals. How can one bitch remember all that shit?! She was probably booked for The Leonardo DiCaprio Foundation event and the The Kendall Jones Foundation event in the same week and got the days confused. That’s all.
One of the half-digested ass raisins floating in the 20-minute-long diarrhea puddle that Kanye West shat out during his set at the Wireless Festival in London was about how he’s so sick of the paparazzi constantly “violating” him. Yes, this is the same paparazzi that his gutter tramp of a wife has listed under “favorites” in her iPhone above North West’s head nanny. While getting booed by the crowd who paid money to hear him rap and wasn’t there to listen to the heave-inducing whines coming out of the bruised anus slit he calls a mouth, Kanye brought up Brit Brit Spears’ paparazzi drama and then quoted the definition of “rape” from Kristen Stewart’s dictionary when he said that the paps taking his picture is just like getting sexually violated. I was going to say that Kanye’s Liberace gimp mask was obviously on too tight and squeezing his brain, but he always spits out fuckery like that with or without a Liberace gimp mask on. via The Independent
“I don’t care what you do in life, everybody needs a day off, everybody has the right to say, ‘You know what, I need a minute to breathe’. I want to bring my family to the movies without 30 motherfuckers following me. Everybody here, they like sex right? Sex is great when you and your partner are like, ‘Hey, this is what we both want to do’. But if one of those people don’t want to do that, what is that called? That’s called rape. That is called violation. So if I walk around and say look sir, I’m not feeling so good today, I need some space, can you please not fuck with me today? I need cut-off space, not violation.”
Even though this dried crotch berry gave us the definition of “rape,” I still don’t think he knows what that word really means. Nobody with a half a working brain cell would ever define the Kartrashian’s relationship with the paparazzi as “rape.” It is the complete opposite of “rape.” There’s nothing more opposite than that. If Kanye wants to compare paparazzi attention to “sex,” then I’d say that the Kartrashian’s dealings with the paps are more like a trick putting their address in a Craigslist casual encounters ad where they invite absolutely anybody to a full, blown orgy at their house. Kim getting papped is such a traumatic experience for her that she calls them all the time, texts them her exact location and then posts pictures from the “attack” on Instagram with hashtags like #Hermes.
And that wasn’t the only nugget of delusion that the former rapper turned full-time ranter barfed up:
“I want my daughter to have that opportunity to decide whether she wants to be famous or not. I think to myself, what the fuck am I going to do, how can I change it and how can I give my daughter her childhood?”
Says the level 10 attention whore who yanked at Anna Wintour’s asshole until she put his baby in Vogue, solely named his kid North West because he knew it would get them trending on Twitter and has a pimp-in-law who has already planned his daughter’s first scandal. Nothing says “I want a private family life” like procreating and marrying the fame whore of all fame whores.
And once PMK finishes cackling at Kanye’s cute, little “I want my daughter to decide whether she wants to be famous or not” comment, she’s going to try to smooth things over with the paps by calling each and every one of them to say, “He didn’t mean RAPE rape.”
Here’s Kim shooting her reality shit show in the Hamptons last week while spending time with the people she sees more than her own kid. No, I’m not talking about The Slow One and Lord Douche. I’m talking about the paps.
Kendra Wilkinson Flushed Her Wedding Ring Down The Toilet After Finding Out That Hank Baskett Cheated On Her
Today, White Oprah is scuba diving in the sewers of Calabasas, because her back alley pharmacists are riding her charbroiled asshole for being past due on several invoices and she’s got a diamond wedding ring to find and pawn off.
Hank Baskett hasn’t burped up one denial about the rumor that he cheated on Hugh Hefner’s former diaper changer/fuck piece Kendra Wilkinson with transsexual YouTube model, (The answer is “YES” if you’re asking yourself, “Is ‘transsexual YouTube model’ the best job title of all-time?”) Ava Sabrina London, so she’s gotten suspicious and has done some digging of her own. UsWeekly says that Kendra found some shit that she believes confirms that Hank passed his peen to another while she was pregnant.
A source tells UsWeekly that Kendra didn’t think the rumor was true at first, but she squinted her eyes in suspicion when he didn’t publicly deny it and that led her to do some snooping. Apparently, Kendra found a suspect charge on Hank’s credit card bill and that charge may or may not have been from TranssexualYouTubeModelsSlashHookers.com. Kendra lost whatever is left of her mind and flushed her wedding ring down the toilet.
Once Wilkinson discovered an unexplained—and damning—charge on his credit card, she “flipped out,” the source says. In a rage, she punched walls in their Calabasas, Calif. home, threw their 2009 wedding photos into the pool, and even pulled off her wedding ring, flushing it down the toilet, the source says.
“She was extremely angry,” the source observes of Wilkinson, who also shares son Hank IV, with Baskett.
Kendra sucked moth balls out of Hef’s mummy dick, so nobody’s ever accused of her being the best at making good decisions. But throwing a ring that is worth money down the toilet and flushing it has to be the dumbest thing she’s ever done. Hank spent $500 on a handjob, so Kendra’s going to need that ring to pawn off for some quick cash when he takes a second mortgage on the house to get a little 69 action from Ava Sabrina London. But I’m surprised Kendra still had her ring. I’m shocked that Hank didn’t steal Kendra’s ring and give it to Ava Sabrina London so she’d stick the tip in real quick. I was going to say “stick the tip in and wiggle” but that’ll cost him TWO diamond wedding rings at least.
And any trick who gets $500 for a handjob that her hook-up can give to himself for free is my hero and she’s living the dream.
I know I know, technically that should say “Musty-mouthed syphilis-lipped ungly-ass gremlin baby”, but there wasn’t enough room. Part-time rapper and full-time messy disaster person Azealia Banks managed to pull herself away from her most recent Twitter fight for long enough to give an interview to Out Magazine and explain why it’s taking her as long to finish an album as Kendall Jenner trying to finish reading the first page of The Cat in the Hat.
2012′s most popular Azealia (not to be confused with the current title holder, Iggy Azalea) told Out that the reason it’s taking her forever to release something other than that Casiotone-sounding song from The Bling Ring trailer is because she hates her current label, Interscope, and she’s dragging her heels on purpose to spite them. Wow, difficult gremlin Azealia Banks is being a difficult gremlin on purpose? SHOCKING!
“I can’t talk about what I’ve been writing about because I’m just keeping stuff until I’m off this label. I can’t really risk them getting excited about me again. I kind of want them to think that I’m dead. I haven’t been leaking any songs that could potentially be hits. I haven’t been releasing anything that could potentially be phenomenal.”
Azealia doesn’t need to talk about what she’s been writing, because anyone with a wifi connection knows 99% of her writing is done on Twitter, 100% of which is the exact opposite of “phenomenal.” And the only potential hits Azealia has are the ones that come up after searching “Azealia Banks + hot mess” on Google.
And with a name like Banks, you’d think she knew a thing or two about how money works, but apparently not. How does she think she’s going to make any money if she’s holding all that bleep-bloop Nintendo music hostage from the people who keeps the lights on at her gremlin cave? Bitch needs a Suze Orman in her life.
The other day, Justin Bieber Instagrammed (and later deleted) this picture of him looking like he’s getting burped by Selena Gomez and those of you who cared, guessed they were back together again, because she missed all the attention she gets when she’s with his ass and he missed her giving him a raspberry after changing his diaper.
I guess those junior high school messes are really back together again, because TMZ posted a riveting, 20-second-long video of Selena and Justin partying together at Bootsy Bellows on Monday night after spending the day in Malibu together. Selena apparently never left his side.
This Kids Inc. version of RiRi and Chris Brown…..
If this was an episode of Kids Inc., Martika would take Selena out to the basketball court set, sit her down on a bench and say to her, “Selena, I know you think you’re madly in love. You probably don’t care that he’s a jerk and is out there doing bad things, because you don’t think you can do any better. But you’re young and I need to tell you that once you start passing your pussy to other dudes, you’ll realize that the dick you thought was good, the dick you were dickmatized over, was actually shit and there’s better dick out there. These are the best years of your pussy’s life and don’t waste it on some chewed-off scab.” Then Fergie and that one whose name I always forget will come out and they’ll all sing a mash-up of He’s A Rebel/Not Tonight.
What I’m saying is that Selena really need a Martika in her life.
No, you’re not looking at an EXCLUSIVE teaser for Shrek 5: Natural Born Ogres. It’s Pimp Mama Kris’s finest ho from the OK Face-division of Kris’s DisKreet Kall Girls, Khloe Kardashian, and Shrek’s asshole brother from another ogre mother French Montana. You know how I know this picture isn’t a promo for Shrek 5? It’s missing an annoying ass (no, not Kim; I was referring to Donkey).
Ever since shooting wrapped on the star-studded pre-divorce episode of KUWTK, the Kardashain family of ghouls have been starved for attention, so Pimp Mama Kris got to work finding ways to keep her rotten krotch droppings in the news. Unfortunately no one cared about the illiterate model one’s Vogue shoot, or Marla Hooch’s Instagram bikini shot (“Damn it Satan, I specifically said LESS face!”).
So PMK called up her backup kash kow Khloe and told her cancel Shrek Montana’s 3pm mouth breathing so they could get together and take a truly stupid picture. And so, Slow-e Kardashian posted this ~artsy~ picture of her chugging champagne and Swaggy Shrek cradling a machine gun on the set of his music video for “They Don’t Love You No More” to Instagram, and I would love to hear the conversation between Pimp Mama Kris and Satan over this one.
Satan: I don’t know…it doesn’t feel right.
PMK: Why? What’s wrong? My hooker looks beautiful! Post it!
Satan: Don’t you think that it’s an inappropriate message? Especially after that horrific shooting spree two weeks ago?
PMK: I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was too busy selling off my finest rubber-faced whore to a wealthy rapper. Now post that picture, or I’ll see to it that The Sock One applies for your summer internship down here.
And in case you’ve forgotten what Khloe looks like without a gun pointed at her, here she is sashaying her Khloemeltoe through the airport on Saturday. My say something nice: it’s nice of Khloe to give her waist some time off.