Category: Free Clinic Shit

John Mayer Whispered Sweet Nothings Into Demi Lovato’s Ear At A Club

October 24, 2016 / Posted by:

John Mayer either whispered something semi-romantic like, “Tell your pharmacy to get the Valtrex ready because I’m going to fuck the herp into that puss tonight,” or something really romantic like, “My David Duke cock wants to fuck the Mexican out of that multi-racial puss.

Demi Lovato’s coochie may have missed the steady diet of douche dick she got before breaking up with Wilmer Valderrama, because UsWeekly thinks that maybe she’s moved on to John Mayer. John and Demi showed up separately to a restaurant called Catch (John Mayer at a restauranted called Catch = TOO EASY) in L.A. on Saturday night, but once they both got inside, they sat next to each other and he supposedly blew a sweet Summer’s Eve breeze into her ear while wrapping his arm around her.

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Henry Cavill And Parasite Hilton Left The Chateau Marmont Together….

January 9, 2015 / Posted by:

Oh booze, sweet booze. The sweet nectar can be a delicious and wonderful thing, but sometimes it leads you down a dark, destructive path where you wake up with half of your face burned off because the booze screwed with your decision-making skills and you thought it would be a really good idea to eat out Parasite Hilton. I’m assuming Henry Cavill’s plastered as shit in these pictures, but he could also have the dizzies from breathing in the toxic fumes wafting off of Wonky McValtrex.

Last night, W Magazine threw a party at the Chateau Marmont where Henry partied with Chris Evans and Gillian Anderson. I already screamed out, “Fuck you, Gillian,” at Gillian on behalf of all of us for being the cheese in that Double Down man sandwich. As Lainey at Lainey Gossip points out, Henry ignored the “Stay Away From Wonky” fliers that the Department of Health hands out when you arrive at LAX and got into an SUV with Paris Hilton after the party. This could be nothing, but then again, Henry (or his publicists) can really pick ’em.

Nobody saw this one coming. We all thought Superman would meet his tragic demise by the hand of Lex Luthor or from a deadly case of thrush (which he got from wearing those damn sweaty tights all the time). Nobody would’ve ever guessed that Superman would turn green and melt into a puddle of smegma after wet humping on Parasite Hilton’s kryptokooch. I bet she’s working for Lex Luthor. Look at her hiding in the shadows (and that attention whore NEVER does that) with an evil smirk on her face. Bitch knows what she’s doing.

Pics: Getty, Splash

From The “Ick Nast” Files: Miley Cyrus And Parasite Hilton Made Out

December 6, 2014 / Posted by:

I’m pretty sure that’s how Contagion started.

In the war room of the CDC, top scientists and infectious diseases specialists are working on a plan to drop a quarantine tent around the entire state of Florida before the super STD that was born yesterday morning crosses state lines and destroys us all. Art Basel, the Coachella for the art world, is happening in Miami right now and so many celebrity gutter tramps are currently terrorizing Florida. E! News says that a CDC nightmare was created at the Miami club E11EVEN early yesterday morning when Miley Cyrus’ toxic yeast rod of a tongue made its way into Wonky McValtrex’s mouth. To quote whoever wrote on that wall in 28 Days Later: REPENT/THE END IS/EXTREMELY/FUCKING/NIGH!

Several sources tell E! that after Jeremy Scott’s Moschino Barbie party, Miley dragged her silent twink boy toy Patrick Schwarzenegger to E11EVEN where they met up with Wonky. Since Miley Cyrus would stick her tongue in a naked mole rat’s asshole if it got her attention and Wonky is forever a 16-year-old straight girl who thinks making out with other girls at the club is ~edgy~, those two cochinas mouth fucked. It’s Valtrex’s answer to Taylor and Karlie.

The massive celeb-studded party that is Art Basel Miami showed no signs of dying down last night (or this morning), with Miley Cyrus and Paris Hilton keeping the anything-goes action going by making out in the wee hours at E11EVEN, a cabaret/nightclub in South Beach, multiple sources tell E! News.

As Patrick watched, he thought to himself, “Gurrrl, better Wonks than me.

If you put a microscope magnifying glass up to Miley and Wonky’s mouths as they made out, it probably looked like the Battle of Gettysburg. All those strains of diseases battling each other. I wonder which one won out? I’m going with herpes.

And here’s Miley transferring Wonky’s saliva to Patrick while hanging out with twink pilgrim Cody Simpson at some restaurant in Miami Beach.

Pics: Splash, Getty

Pete Doherty’s Is Somebody’s Father For The Third Time

April 22, 2014 / Posted by:

A strange things keeps happening… Human women are still willingly fucking Pete “Dreamboat” Doherty without lining their coochie tunnels with Tyvek and covering themselves with liquid antibiotics before squeezing into two full-body condoms specially made by NASA. Human chicks with working brains are still letting Dreamboat bust raw nuts up in ’em and I’m guessing those chicks are the same kind of chicks who fap while watching zombie porn. Dreamboat tells the Israeli newspaper Ynet (via Crave) that he’s into reuniting with The Libertines, but only because his checking account has got tumbleweeds blowing through it, his wallet’s only got an IOU receipt from his crack dealer in it and he’s got ANOTHER mouth to feed.

A couple of days ago, a map of Hyde Park went up on The Libertines’ Facebook page and some hos took that to mean that they were going to perform a reunion show there. Dreamy says that they got an offer to reunite and he had to say yes to it, because he’s so desperate for money that he’s about to suck off his dealer for a half-smoked rock (really, who hasn’t been there?).

“I don’t know if I’m supposed to even tell you this, but we were offered to reform the Libertines for a show this July in Hyde Park. I got the call just yesterday. I said yes. The thing is when I think about it now it was kind of a strange answer because I think in most days if you asked me the same question I would say no, but recently I tried to call Carl (Barat) and couldn’t reach him. Not long ago I listened to The Libertines songs on YouTube and had a burst of nostalgia so I said what the heck, and then they told me how much they will pay us and I cannot lie to you I couldn’t say no, at least not in my state right now.”

Dreamy is really, really hard up for cash, because he just found out that living in this world is a third child who will one day take his daddy’s old crack pipe to school on Show and Tell day.

“I was recently called to family law court after a young girl I knew had told me I was the father of her baby. I have a year and a half old girl and I need to pay a lot of alimony, I’m in debt. It’s very complicated for me to say no right now. I have financial problems.”

Dreamy has a 10-year-old son named Astile with singer Lisa Moorish and a 2-year-old daughter named Aisling with a South African model.

If Dreamy really needs a quick check, he should submit his body to science for testing. Scientists can find out how is it possible that his liver and the rest of his internal organs haven’t melted and dribbled out of his asshole by now. While they’re in there, they can also study his drunk jizz to find out how it’s possible that they’re able to find a stranger’s ovaries while they’re boozed up and high on who knows what. I mean, when I’m really drunk and stoned, I can barely find the toilet I use every day, but yet Dreamy’s drunk jizz seem to always find their way. He truly is a freak of nature.

I Hope All Their Shots Are Up To Date

February 19, 2014 / Posted by:

I don’t know if this story is real or just something cooked up by Clorox to boost sales of bleach, but Us Weekly is reporting that Miley Cyrus and Jared Leto might be doing it. And by it, I mean rubbing their grimy, sweaty stank parts together on a pile of crusty underwear (you know they’re the type). A source says that the two had a sleepover at Jared’s house in early February and they’ve been hooking up ever since.

I’m sure you’re asking yourself: “Besides 9 out of 10 stamps on their Free Clinic loyalty card and the weird skin rash you get from being in the same room as Terry Richardson, what the fuck would 21-year-old Miley and 42-year-old Jared have in common?” Oh, lots of things! Dry shampoo, drop-crotch pants, My So-Called Life (“I’m just so into the 90s, y’all!” – Miley). But the source says they’ve also bonded over the following:

“They like to have a good time, they love to talk about art and music, and they’re both comfortable with nudity!”

I should hope so. Have you ever fucked on someone, and immediately after you finish they scream “DON’T TURN ON THE LIGHTS!!” and start sprinting around the room like a goddamn cum-covered Usain Bolt searching for their underwear? It’s a major bummer. No, what really concerns me is the kind of music the lead singer from 30 Seconds to Mars and the person responsible for Love Money Party are talking about. I’d literally rather picture their bare asses twerking on a trash bag filled with used bandaids than listen to more than 5 seconds of them repetitively asking each other: “How dope is this track? It’s totally dope, right?”

Miley Cyrus Put A Fan’s Thong In Her Mouth During A Show

February 17, 2014 / Posted by:

The brain dead child that Stuart from MadTV conceived while high on battery acid and bath salts is not even a week into her Bangerz Trapped Clit and Muppet Porn World Tour and bitch has already taken shit to new disgusting and gross levels of SUCIO. That picture is so damn blurry that if you told me it was a 19-year-old Aaron Carter smoking meth out of a dick-shaped pipe or Justin Bieber chewing on a phallic-ass teething ring, I wouldn’t accuse you of telling lies. But Popdust says that it’s a picture of Miley putting a thong in her mouth after a fan threw it on stage at her show in Tacoma, Washington last night. Random snatch saliva and ass crack nectar is what’s for dinner. A fan at Miley’s show tweeted this about Miley getting her daily serving of nutritional yeast.

Gross ass chonies-eating slag. Whatever, I’m sure this was all just a choreographed stunt to make Miley look SO EDGY and SO HARD, but my thoughts and prayers are really with that thong. That poor thong is the innocent victim in all of this. Do you know how many gallons of hot water and how many scoops of powdered bleach it’s going to take get Miley’s thrush gunk out of its cotton patch? Nobody’s thinking about the poor thong.

And please don’t say that Billy Ray Cyrus probably threw that thong. I’m going to hit the stop button before we get to the part where the camera pans into the audience and Billy Ray winks at us after throwing that thong on stage.

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