Category: I Don’t Like Jokes

BLASPHEMY! Glenn Close Had To Share Her Critics’ Choice Award Win With Lady Gaga 

January 14, 2019 / Posted by:

Glenn Close deserves another award for acting like she’s grateful to tie with that lesser!

WTF was redefined twice last night at the Critics’ Choice Awards when two categories saw ties. TIES! There was a tie for Best Actress in a Limited Series or Movie Made for Television when both Amy Adams (for Sharp Objects) and Patricia Arquette (for Escape at Dannemora) won. And the legendary Glenn Close tied for Best Actress in a movie with amateur actress Lady Gaga. Glenn Close is a professional, so she didn’t do what she should’ve done, which is to sashay up to the mic and say, “You hate me. You really fucking hate me!”

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Prince Hot Ginge Has Given Up Coffee, Booze, And Tea. How Is He Functioning?!

January 2, 2019 / Posted by:

The main reason for why I’ve never gotten a woman pregnant is a little thing called “being gayer than a strawberry lube-scented fart out of a power bottom flamingo’s ass.” But now I know that the other reason why I’ve never gotten a woman pregnant is because as soon as she said the words, “Will you give up booze and coffee with me?“, I’d Billy Crudup her by leaving her pregnant ass for another trick, the other trick being hot rum coffee, of course. But not Prince Hot Ginge! PHG’s vodka-snorting days are so long gone that he actually broke up with the sweet nectar. And not only that, but he also temporarily ended things with coffee and tea after Duchess Meghan asked him to. Is PHG trying to give his memaw THE QUEEN a heart attack? Because that’s what might happen if he says “no thanks” to an offer of a gin or some tea.

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I Didn’t Know That Mary Kay Letourneau Was A Writer On The “Sex And The City 3” Movie

November 27, 2018 / Posted by:

The Samantha Jones we know and love hates children, and so she would never text with a kid, and she would definitely never sext with one. But if Satan got his way and the Sex and the City 3 movie was made and came out, we’d see Miranda Hobbes’ now 14-year-old son Brady, who looks like this now (and strangely enough he looks like the ginger love child of Cynthia Nixon and Rojo Caliente), sending dick pics to Samantha. Samantha looking at child porn sent to her by a teenager she knew as a kid gets 5 out of 5 Not Amused While Drinking Wine Samanths from me:

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Cher Horowitz Has The Perfect Response To The Unholy News About A “Clueless” Remake

October 26, 2018 / Posted by:

When those tiny sunglasses from the caca-encrusted bowels of the 90s made a comeback, we didn’t storm the streets. We held back our heaves while letting the children have their ugly fashion fun. And when the hideously horrible dad sneakers from the 90s made our eyes dribble out drops of shit from the ugliness of it all, we didn’t protest. But now the 90s comeback foolery has gone too far. And this time, something horrible from the 90s isn’t back to haunt us. It’s the opposite. Something precious and perfect from the 90s is being brought back to be butchered and pissed on by Hollywood before our very eyes.

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Prince Hot Ginge Went To The Beach… Fully Clothed 

October 19, 2018 / Posted by:

So, let’s recap. Duchess Meghan and Prince Hot Ginge just had to smother our faces with the fact that they’re having lots of raw dogging fun by announcing that an heir has moved into her womb (or “Official Heir-Producing Property of the Royal Family” as THE QUEEN calls it). And then during their Australian tour, they further smothered our faces with their love by getting into all sorts of public displays of affection that can easily be labeled as: Goddammit, get a room already, haven’t we been through enough?!!!! Us crazed HotGingeopaths bravely dealt their heart-stabbing antics, because we thought that maybe just maybe PHG would throw us a ginger bone. Kind of like how Prince William assumed the position during a photo-op. Although, Willy could’ve kept that.

So loins probably tingled when PHG and Duchess Meghan paid a visit to Bondi Beach in Sydney today. Everything I know about Bondi Beach I learned from the nipple-hardening pictures of Hugh Jackman running around all hot and shirtless with his hot (and shirtless) trainer. So I figured that it was a law that all hot pieces must be topless when on Bondi Beach. But I guess not, because PHG showed up dressed like Jerry from accounting at a conference in Honolulu. A sad moment for us desperate pathetic hos who were hoping to be blinded by his glorious ginger nipples and blinding #FFFFFF hex color code body.

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