While the Emmys were bumming everyone the shit out by showing us dead person after dead person, Richard Simmons was giving everybody life on Twitter. During the show, the spawn of Billy Crystal and a Care Bear, made anus lips twitch and tingle into a frenzy by tweeting pictures of him dragged up as various TV characters. You better shove an ice cube up your ass, because if you don’t, the sight of Richard Simmons in all kinds of drag will make your prostate melt and drip out of your body.
Who cares if Richard Simmons as Walter White looks more like Justin Bieber after his music career dies and he tries to make it in the world of female tennis. Who cares if Richard Simmons as Sister Jude from AHS: Asylum looks more like a strung out Tan Mom. And who cares if Richard Simmons in Game of Thrones drag looks like a sober White Oprah SANS FARDS. All of this is perfection wrapped in a rainbow wrapped in a unicorn’s air kiss wrapped in another layer of perfection.
Miley will most likely Instagram a picture of her wearing nothing but a clit cozy today and that’ll make my head swallow my eyeballs for once and for all, and that’s okay. I’ve seen everything there is to see now that I’ve seen Richard Simmons in drag as Phoebe Price. It’s like heaven jacked off in my eyes.
The 750th season of Dancing with No Stars (And A-Listers Like Valerie Harper, Nomi Malone And Bill Nye) premiered last night and I’m already writing in to Congress, the Supreme Court and Betty White (since she is the supreme decision maker of America) to ask them to disqualify a few of those whores for unfair practices!
Amber Riley from Glee and Corbin Bleu from High School Musical got the highest scores of the night, which is surprising to absolutely no one since they’ve both danced professionally before. They tried to play it off by spitting out some shit like, “I haven’t taken a dance class in years! I’ve been focusing on my singing! I miss dancing! I’ve never danced with a partner before! I barely know what dancing is!,” but please. Those lying, cheating whores. Yes, Elizabeth Berkley tied with Corbin for the second highest score of the night and she’s one of the most skilled dancers in the world (see: practically ever scene in Showgirls), but anybody who’s been in Showgirls can do no wrong, so I’ll let her slide.
Anyway, even though Amber Riley was 3 points away from a perfect score and should probably be declared the winner so we can be spared from watching the rest of the season, Bill Nye was the star of the night. Because he’s Bill Nye the Science Guy, he just had to dance to a song with the word “science” in it. Bill and his partner Tyne Stecklein did the Cha-cha-cha to “Weird Science.” He looked like a half-paralyzed grandpa turtle on extra-strength ludes trying to crawl to a piece of wet lettuce. What I’m trying to say is that his dance was amazing and all the votes should go to Bill.
VOTE FOR BILL!
Bill Nye’s performance is the only performance you need, but click here if you really need to see the others.
No, I’m not talking about Bill de Blasio. Yeah, he came in first in the Democratic mayoral race and got over 40 percent of the votes, but none of that would have happened if he didn’t get an endorsement from the sun’s ambassador ROJO CALIENTE! During Bill de Blasio’s campaign for NYC mayor, Rojo Caliente and her wife Cynthia Nixon have been supporting him and so of course he was going to win. While watching Bill give his victory speech last night, New Yorkers felt their retinas tingle as though a dash of cayenne pepper blew into their eyes. They didn’t even listen to any of the words that came out of Bill de Blasio’s mouth, because they were too busy taking in the luminous beauty of the humanized Statue of Liberty torch. Behind every Bill de Blasio is Rojo Caliente stealing the spotlight without even trying.
And here’s another picture courtesy of Sara:
Even Bill de Blasio’s son’s glorious afro and his daughter’s renaissance fair headband can’t take the attention away from Rojo. All hail Rojo! The Mayor of the Universe!
And I hate myself hard for somehow missing these pictures of Rojo, Cynthia Nixon and Susan Sarandon playing ping pong at a de Blasio event last month.
I totally wouldn’t be surprised if Sir Patrick Stewart and his piece got stoned before getting married in the ball pit at Chuck E. Cheese.
73-year-old international treasure Patrick Stewart announced on Twitter today that he got married to his 35-year-old jazz singer girlfriend of 4 years Sunny Ozell. When Sunny Ozell gets beamed up to heaven, she will be directed to the VIP entrance when she says, “Hello, I was Patrick Stewart’s third wife.” Yes, Sunny Ozell is young enough to call Patrick Stewart “Pepaw Picard” for real, but she has very good reasons for marrying him : HE’S PATRICK FUCKING STEWART, he’s a millionaire, he can easily get her a dinner invitation from George Takei and HE’S PATRICK FUCKING STEWART.
Patrick Stewart’s rep confirms to HuffPo that he’s somebody’s husband, but the rep Super Glued their lips shut about all other details. Did he do all four takes when Sunny said “I do“? Did he perform a Shakespearean sonnet as his vows? (If the answer is yes, then he’ll probably win a few Tonys from it). And more importantly, did Magneto marry him and Sunny? If he did, then set phasers to YAAAAAASSSS!!!!
UPDATE: Ian McKellen posted this picture on Facebook with the note, “I did my part.” Dreams do come true!
Here’s Patrick Stewart and Sunny O at the opera last year.
After the gay Tasmanian devil on molly that is Richard Simmons exited Jimmy Kimmel’s Live studio by crashing through the wall, the audience picked the shards of sequins off of their eyeballs and tried to figure out what just happened. Shit, my ass just watched both videos three times and I don’t know what happened.
In the span of 8 minutes, the true queen of pop gave Bill Hader a lap dance, lovingly caressed Jimmy Kimmel’s face, licked the questions off of Jimmy’s card like they tasted like piña colada lube, spoke in a “Mexican” accent that was almost as bad as the “Mexican” accent Dania Ramirez does on Devious Maids, flashed the basket of baby peaches in his pants, twerked to the oldies, cried about thirsty orphans, stripped down and got into Jane Fonda drag. And he did it all while wearing the most clothes I’ve ever seen him wear. He was dressed like the principal at Liberace’s Academy of Music.
I feel like I need to drink ten cartons of orange juice and lie down in a dark room. It’s like I’m coming down from E. Nothing makes me pucker like watching Richard Simmons go full Richard Simmons.
“Short, long, straight or curly?” isn’t just a question you ask yourself every time you’re about to wash, cut and style your pubes. It’s also the lyrics to the soon-to-be worldwide #1 on iTunes, multiple Grammy-winning song “Hair Do” from Richard Simmons.
As the Little Monsters and the Katycats fight over which one of their queens is going to claim the throne (yes, I am technically an adult human and I wrote that sentence), the pop dandelion Richard Simmons is casually skipping up the rainbow to the top of the charts! Richard Simmons queefed out the lyric video for “Hair Do” and it’s like a lost level on Rainbow Island (I can’t believe I remember that video game).
I can’t even remember the choruses to “Meow” and “Applesauce,” but I know that the award-winning lyrics “short, long, straight curleeee” are forever embedded into my brain and in 40 years, I won’t remember shit, but I will remember that lyric.
And Nicki Minaj can retire permanently, because Richard Simmons is the now the new Princess of Rap.
The international treasure with one of my favorite full names (for obvious reasons), Dick Van Dyke (formal name: Penis Van Lesbian), nearly did The Penguin Dance up to heaven today when his Jaguar burst into flames on the 101 freeway in Calabasas, CA. The Los Angeles Times says that the police were called when Dick’s car turned into a goddamn chiminea on the right shoulder of the freeway at around 2 this afternoon.
Dick apparently had no idea that his car was on fire and he had no idea that he was seconds or minutes away from becoming a flaming Dick. TMZ says a dude named Jason Pennington was driving by and noticed that a pepaw was stuck inside the burning car. Jason pulled Dick Van Dyke out of his flaming car and saved a jewel of humanity! Dick was a little out of it, but he didn’t have any injuries and didn’t need to be taken to the hospital.
It doesn’t surprise me that Dick Van Dyke was saved from a fiery death. Remember when a pod of porpoises magically saved Dick Van Dyke after he fell asleep on a surfboard? Dick Van Dyke is never going to die. Porpoises and heroes named Jason Pennington won’t let him. Thank every God for that.
And here’s the aftermath of Dick’s Jaguar courtesy of Mrs. Van Dyke.
Charlize Theron is an Oscar-winning actress, gets dozens of scripts thrown at her weekly, is considered gorgeous to many and is still relevant. Sean Young was in Blade Runner over 30 years ago, threw whatever dignity she had left to the side to shamelessly try to get the role of Catwoman, got fired from Dick Tracy, was on Celebrity Rehab and came in last place on Skating with Celebrities. So it is mind-bogglingly crazy that Ridley Scott would cast Charlize Theron in Prometheus instead of THEE Sean Young! If you detected even a drop of sarcasm in that sentence, then you need to get your sarcasm detector fixed, because I am serious.
Sean Young knows that she’s hot shit and at the premiere of her movie Jug Face, she told Entertainment Tonight that her Blade Runner director Ridley Scott should’ve cast her in Prometheus instead of that basic ho Charlize Theron.
“I am going to say this on the record – why in the hell does Ridley Scott have Charlize Theron in that part instead of me? It’s like she was bored out of her mind, you can see it, and it’s like oh my god! That would have been really good for me, right? It would have been a nod to people who like Blade Runner, it would have been like, ‘See, I’m using Sean again,’ right? Nah.”
Sean also recently said that when she heard Ridley was making another Blade Runner movie, she started calling his office and he hasn’t called her back. If Ridley doesn’t cast Sean in it, she thinks we should all boycott it.
I mean, what in the hell do you say to all of that?! When Sean Young is right, Sean Young is right! Charlize Theron might be hot, but Sean Young is so fucking hot. Sean Young just doesn’t give a shit and she hasn’t given a shit since before some of us were born. She don’t care! She is an iconic mess and anybody who has seen her delicately exquisite website (complete with a PayPal donation link) knows this is a fact.
“I feel as though I look like a chipmunk” is one of the first quotes in Jackie Stallone’s interview with the esteemed literary chronicle The Daily Mail and it’s just one of the many shiny jewels in the treasure trove of an article that is everything. If you haven’t already, read the entire thing, because it’ll make you want to quit your job or quit school and devote all your days to studying the Tao of Jackie Stallone. Carrot Top’s face icon is wise beyond her 91 years and she’s like that talking willow tree in Pocahontas if that talking willow tree used aqua-colored liquid eyeliner and injected her mug with non-FDA approved fillers.
Jackie Stallone isn’t only the most gorgeous 91-year-old on the planet, but she’s also the wisest. Here’s a few drops of Jackie’s silicone-covered drops of wisdom:
Jackie on if she still puts her face under a plastic surgeon’s syringe: “I do and actually I’ve got too much, I look like I’ve got a mouth full of nuts, it’s Juvederm, too much of it. I feel as though I look like a chipmunk. It plumps [you] up here (pointing at her cheeks) but it looks like you have a mouth full of walnuts.”
I think speak for every chipmunk when I say that they wish they were as gorgeous as her. If they were, they wouldn’t have to go looking for their own nuts to eat. People would just throw nuts at them all the time. I mean, don’t you want to put your walnuts in Jackie’s mouth?
Jackie on the secret to staying fresh and stunning at the age of 91: “I use a bag of spinach a day, every morning for breakfast I steam a bowl of it and boil an egg on it. That’s the secret to my longevity. Who do you know that looks as good at 91? I am healthy. Here I am with a husband half my age, he’s 60.’
I think by “bag of spinach” she means “barrel of swan embryos” and by “steam a bowl of it” she means “smear it all over her face while chanting Aphrodite’s name.”
Jackie on how she doesn’t use Botox: “I’ve had chemical peels, I’ve had three of those and about 50 injections. No Botox, I don’t need that, what I want Botox wouldn’t help. I don’t have wrinkles in my forehead, I genetically don’t have that, that’s something I can be thankful for.”
Jackie on how most hos who get plastic surgery in Beverly Hills look like they’ve been dick slapped in the face by Zeus: “I’m all for everything to make it (you) look good – anything and everything. But most of the plastic surgery in Beverly Hills is rotten. I have seen on TV and in person the biggest hacks. I will go to other states. Just because it’s Beverly Hills and they do the stars, but do you see what the stars look like? They look like they’ve been struck by lightning don’t they?”
Okay, I hate to call my icon Jackie Stallone a liar, but she obviously doesn’t go to other states when everybody knows that the best plastic surgery is done in Middle-earth.
Jackie on how Priscilla Presley and Kathy Crosby look like freaks: “You take Elvis Presley’s wife, doesn’t she look like she’s frozen in space and in time. Like a statue, frozen. Did you ever see Bing Crosby’s wife Kathy Crosby? They took too much out of her eyelids and she looks basically like she’s got two headlights there.”
With every word that falls out of Jackie’s mouth, I fall more and more in love with her.
Jackie goes on to say that Joan Rivers has had the best plastic surgery she’s ever seen (HAHAHAHHAHA) and that she loves shopping at the 99 Cent Store (insert your own “Does she get her Juvederm injections there too?” jokes here). And here’s my favorite quote from the entire interview:
“I don’t waste my time going to silly Hollywood parties. You have to be a role model for seniors. And actually I became a role model for the movie stars at 50, because what they dread more than anything is getting old and shot. But I get more popular as I get older. Hollywood fears age, but I think old is coming in. I think cougars are coming back. We’d all like to get there, get there like me. Not on a walker, not in a nursing home.”
Jackie Stallone is selling herself short again. She’s not a role model for seniors. She is a role model for EVERYONE. Any beauty who gets eyebrows tattooed on her face and wears aqua-colored liquid eyeliner in 2013 is my role model. I just wish that I could melt myself down into a filler so that a plastic surgeon could inject me into Jackie’s face and I could be that much closer to her brilliant mind.
The ginger crusader for gays exists and has been under our noses (do with that imagine what you will) this entire time! Lance Corporal James Wharton, who trained under Prince Hot Ginge in Canada in 2008, has a book out about being openly gay in the army and he told The Daily Mail about the time PHG saved him from getting brutally attacked by a group of homophobic pieces of trash from a rival regiment. I don’t want to be in the army and I don’t want to be gay bashed again, but if doing both means that PHG will come to my rescue and comfort me, I’ll think about it….
Trooper Wharton says that after six bitch ass soldiers threatened to whoop him for being gay, he told his tank commander PHG about it. Trooper Wharton told PHG exactly what happened and said that he was afraid the soldiers were going to kill him. PHG put his Captain Save-A-Gay hat on and took care of those homophobic whores.
‘I couldn’t stop the tears from welling up in my eyes. He said, “Right I’m going to sort this shit out once and for all.”
‘He climbed out of the tank and I poked my head out of the turret a few moments later to see him having a go,’ Wharton said.
Harry, a Troop Commander in the Blues and Royals, confronted the tormentors, warning them they would face severe discipline if they continued their violent threats. ‘I could see he wasn’t holding back,’ said Wharton, who was 21 at the time.
After PHG told those dicks that if they came at Trooper Wharton again he’ll get his grandma to beat them in the throat with her pocketbook, he told his higher-ups what happened.
Trooper Wharton also talked about the time PHG told him that he’s a gay icon!
Harry happened to mention that he and his brother had been told they were gay icons. I laughed and told him that I didn’t think that was the case. He became really adamant saying, “What? What? We are! Our press people told us.”
‘Harry then asked if he couldn’t be a gay icon because he was ginger. It was all very funny.’
Of course PHG is a gay icon. He’s a ginger icon, a human icon, a welfare icon (that was written by Morrissey and not me), a drunk icon, a sex icon and an EVERYTHING icon.
Science should find a way to clone PHG already, because the world would be a much better place if he dropped from the sky every time someone was about to get gay bashed. A hero to us all!
(Thanks to Peter and everybody else who sent this in)