The bald bad advice-giver whose name is not Dr. Phil is moving his talk show, Steve Harvey, from Chicago to L.A. (Side note: You’re not alone if you started singing Route 66 after reading “Chicago to L.A.”) and he’ll be working with a mostly new crew once they start shooting this fall. The show’s location isn’t the only thing that’s changing, Steve Harvey has spit out a memo to his staff, telling them that if they even think of knocking on his dressing room door or coming up to him in the hallway without a scheduled appointment, they’ll find their asses flying through the air after his security guards kick them away.
Any day now, trillions of locusts will swarm the land, Satan will crawl out of Hell to high-five his homeboy Trump and nukes will fly above our heads. And as the world crashes down around us and we all run for our lives, you can count on one thing: Amidst the chaos of it all, LeAnn Rimes and Brandi Glanville will be looking at each other like, “Ewww, your implants are jank, your weave is trash, you totally have cankles and Eddie said my pussy tastes sweeter, bitch!”
LeAnn v. Brandi is the roach of feuds, and like roaches, it apparently can be found amongst the trash and scum. The Dirty recently noticed that Brandi unfollowed her forever arch rival LeAnn on both Twitter and Instagram. James McGibney, the owner of the site BullyVille, tells The Dirty that Brandi broke up with LeAnn on social media after finding out that the diabolical luck dragon allegedly hired a professional troll (and yes, that’s what I write under “occupation” on my tax returns) to stalk and harass her. LeAnn Rimes is 34 years old. I’m pointing that out, because I’m around her age and I thought I acted like a bitchy immature tween (see: Everything I write on this blog and the fact that I asked my friend if my ex’s current boyfriend is hotter than me. The answer was yes.) But this two Dollar Tree clearance bin Regina George has me beat.
Whatever you’re suffering from, get over it, because nobody is suffering more than American Idol 4’s runner-up Bo Bice!
I thought that 2016 was the year of ridiculously random feuds, but that title may now belong to 2017 thanks to Bo Bice
beefing chickening with Popeyes over being called a “white boy” by one of their employees. Bo Bice, who cut off his luscious mane and got glasses, let the raw tears pour out of him after he dramatically told the traumatic tale of the “reverse racism” he suffered through at a Popeyes during an interview with Fox5. I kept waiting for the Funny Or Die logo to pop up in the corner of his interview.
Lawyers Are Trying To Move Nick Loeb And Sofia Vergara’s Frozen Embryos To The Embryo Safe Haven Of Louisiana
The fucked-up fight between Nick Loeb and his ex Sofia Vergara over their two frozen embryos may go on the road and move from California to Louisiana. Great, you know some coked-up Hollywood executive is going to read this story and get ideas about a zany CGI road trip comedy about two frozen embryos driving across the country to escape death. Strangely enough, Sofia will probably be offered the role of one of the frozen embryos.
In my post yesterday about Suicide Squad getting hit with a giant wave of crap reviews, I said that it had a 34% on Rotten Tomatoes. As of press time today (I am a serious journalist speaking serious journalist talk!), it has a 35% on Rotten Tomatoes. It jumped a whole 1%! But I doubt that minuscule push toward a fresh tomato is going to be enough for the hardcore Suicide Squad fans to put away their sharpened shivs and stop threatening to butcher Rotten Tomatoes so they can drink its tomato tears of pain. Some fans have had it with RT writing bad reviews about Suicide Squad and have started a petition to get it shut down. No word if someone else has started a petition to send those Suicide Squad fans to a “The More You Know” class where they will be taught that Rotten Tomatoes only aggregates reviews and doesn’t actually write them.
In that picture above, it looks like happiness is covering Nick Cannon’s face (and who wouldn’t feel happiness while working a camouflage turban that is very “Norma Desmond as Private Benjamin”), but he’s apparently filled to the top with sadness over no longer inhaling the sweet scent of champagne and chocolate-covered strawberry farts as he sleeps next to his wife Mimi. (Side note: I don’t know if Nick has converted to Sikhism or if he’s just really trying to make the “non-religious man turban” look happen.)
It has been almost two years since Nick and Mimi broke up, and a year and a half since he filed for divorce. They had a prenup, so they apparently figured out a property settlement and custody arrangement right away. All Nick has to do is sign the divorce papers and he’ll officially become Mimi’s second ex-husband, but he just can’t bring himself to do it.
As anyone who has lost 3% of their vision in both eyes thanks to being blinded by the 16-ton diamond boulder on Mimi’s finger knows, she is going to get married to Aussie billionaire Shrek and she can’t wait to say the words, “I take you Billionaire Shrek to be my lawfully wedded, always-full ATM.” Nick even congratulated Mimi on getting engaged, but TMZ is hearing that he still loves her and doesn’t want her to marry James Packer. Mimi is pissed, because she wants to move on.
Something is going on with Nick Cannon. First, Nick Cannon, who makes MC Skat Kat look like Tupac, reached the tip of delusion by challenging his sometime-arch rival Eminem to a $100,000 rap battle, and now he’s not cutting the chains tied to The Butterfly One so she can flutter off and be with her beloved soulmate: a never-ending mountain range of money. Someone should really tell Nick that if he truly loves someone, he should set them free and if it was meant to be, they’ll flutter back. Although, nothing could pry Mimi off of her billionaire husband’s yacht, because I doubt she wants to go back to a life of paying all her own bills.
And here’s Nick at The Nice Guy a few nights ago and Mimi leaving Mr. Chow in Beverly Hills last week.