Michael Fassbender’s long dong swaying dick was the breakout star of Shame, it stole every scene it was in and many of us signed a petition to get the Academy to properly honor it with an honorary Oscar for best performance by a big dick in a movie (no disrespect to cinema’s other huge prick Ashton Kutcher). But just like fellow Salchicha Gordo Club member Jon Hamm, Michael Fassbender is tired of bitches talking about his big dick, and he’d really like us whores to stop focusing on his big dick, and he wants to be seen as something more than a dude with a big dick, and he wants the tweets about his big dick to stop (he’s talking to you, Damon Lindelof)!
As Sharon Stone’s vagina threw Michael Fassbender an “Is that so?” look, he told Elle UK (via The Cut) that it would be considered sexual harassment if everybody talked about an actresses’ chocha the way everyone talks about his big dick.
It wouldn’t be acceptable, it would be seen as sexual harassment, people saying [to an actress], “Your vagina …” You know?
You know, I didn’t totally get what Michael Fassbender said, because my brain was too busy thinking about his big dick swinging to and fro. Can Michael Fassbender say that again? Better yet, can Michael Fassbender get his big dick to say the words. I’ll totally pay attention then. I promise.
Michael Fassbender will probably be nominated for a Best Supporting Actor Oscar for his performance in that movie that should change its title to “It’s For Business, Enslaver!“, but sadly for all of us, he has no plans to pull a Melissa Leo by showing off his cleavage while wearing a fur shrug in For Your Consideration ads paid for by him. When Shame came out, he campaigned like Tracy Flick on meth for a Best Actor nomination and he didn’t get shit. So AssBender tells GQ that he’s not going to partake in that game this year.
“I’m going to be busy working. I just don’t really have time.
That’s just not going to happen, because I’ll be in New Zealand. I’ll be on the other side of the world. You know, I get it. Everybody’s got to do their job. So you try and help and facilitate as best you can. But I won’t put myself through that kind of situation again. It’s just a grind. And I’m not a politician. I’m an actor.”
This bitch is lying and he’s obviously campaigning by using reverse psychology on those hos. You know that while he’s working in New Zealand, his long dick is going to swim to Hollywood and campaign for him. It’s going to shake hands, schmooze, kiss cheeks and hand out “AssBender 4 Supporting Actor” pins. And on that note, excuse me while I Google “Whose dick do you have to suck to get on the Oscar voting committee?”
The Oscars are a million months away, but Brad Pitt has already started Googling the question “What is the easiest way to turn an Oscar statue into a bong?” because everyone’s saying that he could have his fingers around one next year. No, he’s not going to get one for acting. Are you bitches crazy? Brad Pitt is one of the producers of 12 Years A Slave (not to be confused with the title of Bruce Jenner’s upcoming memoirs, 22 Years A Slave), which everyone is freaking out about. Audiences threw Oscar statues at it when it screened at the Telluride Film Festival last week, and it got a standing ovation at the Toronto International Film Festival last night. Vulture and others think that it will win Best Picture and if it does Brad will finally get his Oscar bong!
In 12 Years A Slave, Chiwetel Ejiofor plays a free man who is kidnapped in DC and sold as a slave to a real vicious cuntbag of a Louisiana plantation owner played by Michael Fassbender. Director Steve McQueen, who also directed Shame, directs a cast that also includes Bendadick Cumsinbatches, Brad Pitt, Alfre Woodard, Paul Dano, Paul Giamatti, Sarah Paulson, Lupita Nyong’o and Quvenzhané Wallis. They’re saying Oscar noms will go to Steve McQueen for Best Director, Chiwetel for Best Actor and Michael Assbender for Best Supporting Actor. Here’s the trailer:
And here’s the cast at the Toronto International Film Festival last night. Brad is giving me shades of current day Val Kilmer, but at least he shaved that wolfey butt bush off his face.
I didn’t know my nipple slits had the ability to pucker until I saw this picture of Sir Ian McKellen putting his hand on his hip while posing next to Michael Fassbender (the “F” is always silent).
When Comic-Con hits San Diego, the streets immediately fill with extra chunky nerd jizz, but there were extra amounts of nerd jizz in the streets on Saturday when Old Magento threw flirty eyes at Young Magento. At the panel for X-Men: Days of Future Past, Ian McKellen let it be known that he’s in the market for a husband and he wouldn’t mind if Michael Assbender slipped a ring on his finger. Vulture was there when fanfiction dreams came true:
“I just want to say it’s great to be back in California,” McKellen told the crowd. “I feel safe here now that you’ve gotten rid of Proposition 8. I’m looking for a husband.” He cast a sidelong glance at Fassbender, the handsome Shame star who plays the seventies version of McKellen’s character in Days of Future Past. With lasciviousness in his voice, McKellen purred, “It’s great to meet you, Michael.”
I was going to say that I don’t think Ian McKellen can handle Assbender’s prostate-flattening peen (his Assaconda?), but it’s obviously the other way around. Michael Fassbender can’t handle Ian McKellen.
And that picture tells me that when Ian McKellen gets close to Michael Assbender, both of his heads grow twice in size.
On the left is Javier Bardem in the teaser trailer for The Counselor and on the right is the Ancient Aliens meme guy. Thanks to ten cans of pink AquaNet, a blow dryer set to high and possibly a taser gun, Javier Bardem TRIES IT, but his hair just can’t beat the hair on the head of the Ancient Aliens meme guy. Because the Ancient Aliens meme guy’s hair just isn’t hair. It’s a hairy satellite that communicates with aliens from the ancient world. So he wins!
Anyway, below is the trailer for Ridley Scott’s The Counselor, which is about a lawyer (Michael Fassbender) who gets into the drug selling business with two drug lords (Javier Bardem and Cameron Diaz), because he wants to give his girlfriend (Penelope Cruz) a fancier life. That is just crazy. Who in the hell starts selling drugs to give their piece a fancier life? Any reasonable ho would just get into the pyramid scheme game. (Side note: Remember that pyramid scheme where you’d get a list of 20 names and addresses and you’d have to send a $1 to each of them. If you did that, you’d get on the next list and a bunch of people would send a $1 to you. You were supposed to make thousands of thousands of dollars from it. Remember that scheme? I wonder who was dumb enough to fall for that shit? I totally fell for it.) Here’s the trailer:
Javier Bardem’s hair, the grease stuck to Brad Pitt’s locks and those cheetahs (cheetahs are such fame whores) probably think they’re the stars of this movie, but they’re wrong. The true star is Cameron Diaz. I skimmed through a review of the script (I know, I really have no life) and read that Cameron plays Malkina, Javier Bardem’s sociopathic and horny partner who is a computer genius and is obsessed with cheetahs and cars. Apparently, she’s really REALLY into cars and has even fucked one. So those of you haters who have said in the past, “The only way Cameron Diaz is going to get an Oscar nomination is if screws a car on camera,” can eat it, because she’s finally doing it. Pour some Turtle Wax on that car hood and get that Oscar, bitch!
Michael Fassbender, Bradley Cooper and a lady friend left a restaurant in London together last week and they were all walking to the car like they didn’t want to be seen together. Assbender walked south, B. Coop walked north and the lady friend sort of just trailed along behind them. You know how kids aimlessly stumble around after you blindfold them and spin them around during piñata times at a birthday party? That’s what Assbender and B. Coop looked like. They were doing the piñata time stumble.
I figured that Assbender and B. Coop were on a romantic dinner date together and they brought a decoy beard along to throw us off their butt sex trail. But nope! UsWeekly says that the lady friend is British Olympian Louise Hazel and she’s currently filling up her insides with Michael Fassbender’s tube steak dick. Some source says that Assbender has been talking to Louise a lot while filming the newest X-Men movie in Montreal and he goes to London often to see her ass. Assbender recently broke up with his Shame co-star Nicole Beharie and he dated Zoe Kravitz for a minute. So yup, a type: Assbender has one!
It’s sort of hard to believe that Louise and Assbender are doing it. She looks so calm and serene for a woman who has tackled Assbender’s crotch monster. She’s not squat walking and she doesn’t have ice over her crotch. But then again, Louise is a professional javelin thrower so she knows how to handle a long pole. (And yes, you can GONG me for that last one.)
Yesterday, it was announced that Michael Fassbender is going to play Macbeth in a new Macbeth movie, and I don’t really see him in that role, but it sort of makes sense for him to play the King of Scotland since his dick is as big as the Loch Ness Monster. I secretly wished that they wouldn’t mess up with the casting of Lady Macbeth, but guess what? Those hateful bitches did. Screen Daily says that when Macbeth starts shooting later this year, Natalie Portman will bring out her signature ugly cry to play Lady Macbeth. I’m sure William Shakespeare’s grave is filled with only bone dust and a dusty lace ruff, but if lace ruffs can turn, I bet it’s turning over this news.
Lady Macbeth is one of Shakespeare’s hottest bitches, because she’s a legendary schemer, is thirty layers of insane and if she was around today, she’d destroy all of those Real Housewives whores in a second. Natalie Portman can play crazy, because she is crazy, but she is no Lady Macbeth. Maybe one of Lady Macbeth’s mute, bland handmaidens, but not Lady Macbeth. I mean, bitch didn’t even serve cake at her wedding and you know Lady Macbeth rolled around naked on her own wedding cake. Seriously, anybody would be a better Lady Macbeth than Natalie Portman and here’s a few better choices off the top of my brain:
1. Tilda Swinton
2. Nicole Kidman
3. Thandie Newton
4. Julianne Moore
5. Alan Cumming
6. Sweet Brown (“This spot? I ain’t got time for that!“)
7. Tanya Turner from Footballers Wives
8. Tan Mom
9. Liza Minnelli’s clit
10. Meryl Streep in a coma
11. Harald Glööckler
12. Jinx Monsoon
13. Courtina Stodden
14. My Tio Jorge in drag as Celia Cruz
15. a plate of cold haggis
Basically, anybody but Natalie Portman…. Anne Hathaway…. Goopy Paltrow…. and Katherine Heigl. Oh shit, I bet they’re going to cast Anne, Goopy and Katherine as the witches. Come you, spirits, kill me now!
Kristen Stewart hobbled into the Oscars on crutches last night and when she presented with Daniel Radcliffe, she limped and twitched like a strung out pimp suffering from severe diarrhea. KStew looked like her publicist peeled her off the bathroom floor, quickly sprayed her down with a hose, threw clothes on her body and pushed her out the door (basically, she looked like a hungover me trying to keep down the barfs while buying a breakfast burrito at Jack In The Box on a Saturday morning).
KStew looked like a visual dry heave, she acted like the Oscars were the last place she wanted to be and I think she left loogie pieces on the mic when she hacked and grunted into it. So some hos were wondering what in alley cat hell happened to her? Did Liberty Ross Nancy Kerrigan her in the knee? Is she trying really hard to get a role on The Walking Dead? Well, UsWeekly has the answer.
A source says that right before she presented, KStew ran into Anne Hathaway backstage and they had a moment that went like this:
Anne – Oh no!
KStew – I know, I’m an idiot. But congratulations!
Anne – Please tell me you’re going on stage with those crutches.
KStew – Nope. I’m gonna hobble.
Anne – Well, break a leg. Oops!
KStew – I just hope the wound doesn’t open up right now.
The source added that KStew told Anne that she cut her foot open when she accidentally stepped on glass.
I guess KStew learned the hard way that you should always put on a pair of sturdy house shoes before you walk around the crack house, because you never know when some rude and uncouth crackhead is going to leave their broken pipe on the floor. Some crackheads are such slobs. This is a lesson we must all learn.
And I also threw in some pictures of Liberty Ross’ nipples at last night’s Vanity Fair party, because why not.
Before Catherine Zeta-Jones scared the children by working the Oscar stage like a wigged, horny banshee on the loose during “All That Jazz,” she put dozens of hos to shame when she sashayed down the red carpet like RuPaul, Michelle Visage and Santino Rice were sitting at a table in front of her. CZJ looked like Miss Philippines in the final round of Miss Transgender Universe 2013 and I’m pretty sure her dress was made out of the gold parts from a dozen Wonder Woman costumes.
After Michael Douglas and CZJ talked to Ryan Seacrest on the red carpet, that Frogger-looking motherfucker with Sears Portrait Studio hair snubbed her ass. Oh that was just Seacrest’s jealousy showing, because he’s just mad that CZJ can steal all of his men with just the wink of an eye. I don’t even care that CZJ’s face is completely brand new, she was still the epitome of drag eleganza last night.
And my other favorite looks of the night came from Charlize Theron and Jane Fonda. Unless your name is Shauna Sand, Angelyne or Harald Gloockler, I don’t like calling you perfect, but Charlize Theron looked pretty perfect last night. Charlize must have a birth make shaped like Donald Trump’s head on her inner thigh and one of her nipples must be way fatter than the other, because something has to be wrong with her ass. Also, I just want to get drunk with Jane Fonda and watch her pick up men in the piano bar of a business hotel.
Today’s front page headline on The Los Angeles Times isn’t “Kodak Theater Burned To The Ground After Anne Hathaway Loses To Sally Field,” which means that Anne Hathaway FINALLY won the thing she’s been hustling to get her hands around for months. After working the stroll like the mafia was holding her entire family hostage and the lives of a million kittens depended on her, Anne won Best Supporting Actress last night. Right after Anne won, I’m sure the first thing she did was scratch the word “Supporting” off her trophy, because you know she thinks she carried that whole damn movie and she did it while only eating dried oatmeal skid marks for nourishment. You’re welcome, Hugh Jackman!
Anne’s speech wasn’t as nerve-killing as her other speeches were, but that’s probably because I changed the channel to QVC as soon as her name was announced. No, Anne probably toned it down, because the producers told her that they didn’t want to be hit with a class action lawsuit from the millions of people who sprained their eye muscles while rolling their eyeballs during her speech. Most of us bitches in the comments were hoping for Anne to go over and instead of being played off by the Jaws theme song, we were hoping for a trap door to open and for her to fall into a pool full of actual sharks.
At the end of Anne’s speech, she told a bona fide lie when she thanked her Dollar Tree Ryan Gosling of a husband and said, “My husband, by far and away the greatest moment of my life is the one when you walked into it. I love you so much. Here’s hoping someday in the not-too-distant future the misfortunes of Fantine will be only found in fiction and not in real life.”
Change “my husband” to “my Oscar” and then ho would’ve been telling the truth. This morning, Anne’s husband woke up and found a Dear John letter on the pillow next to him. Anne’s going to divorce his ass, marry Oscar in a quickie Las Vegas wedding and move to a farm in Vermont where they’ll have a dozen tiny little Oscar babies together. Anne is finally with the dude of her wet dreams, OSCAH!
Here’s more of Anne, her future husband Oscar and her paper cone titties last night.