At the BRIT Awards at the O2 in London tonight, Boy George showed up with a busted face and I was going to say that he looks like he peeped at Chris Brown’s phone, but then I remembered that The Difficult Brown doesn’t punch guys. I figured that before the BRITs, Boy George’s daytime date with his Eastern European piece went a little too far and one thing led to another, which led to him getting repeatedly slapped in the face with a 12″ burrito-thick dildo and he decided to make a look out of it. It happens. Or maybe Boy George decided to get all political by making a statement about gays getting beat in Russia. But no, Boy George apparently told British Vogue that he took red lipstick to his eye to look like the “fashion victim” he is. The literary emporium of class and decorum The Daily Mail called Boy George’s busted-up make-up job “tasteless,” and that’s like the time I met my friend at a bar after a hook-up and he called me a nasty, low-class slut before finishing his Grindr chat with a dude whose username was FeedMe69.
And here’s a few more tricks and hos from the BRITs tonight. I wish I could offer you up A-list British royalty like Harvey Price, Jodie Marsh, Pete Doherty and Pete Burns, but unfortunately I can’t. I can only give you Jessie J looking like a bootleg She-Ra character and Lily Allen looking like Goth Rainbow Brite.
Woe is One Direction. They really had it hard last night. Harry Styles may or may not have gotten cursed out by Taylor of Sunnybrook Farms and then when they won Song of the Summer for their song “Best Song Ever” (aka Biggest Lie Ever), a tornado of boos fucked all of their ear holes. It’s unclear if they got booed because the audience didn’t think they deserved to win such an illustrious prize like a stupid Moon Man or if they got booed because the audience didn’t appreciate them stealing all of Kate Gosselin’s hairstyles of the past. But it was sweet of the one in the Joy Division shirt to make the middle one feel better by giving him a quick tug job in the press room.
After they got booed, Lady CaCa found them backstage and being the high school guidance counselor that she is, told them that they deserve all their success and she was disgusted by all the boos. And she did it while dressed like a slutty gutter mermaid. Skip to the 0:25 mark to hear CaCa’s pep talk:
Lady CaCa then told the twinks that she was going to leave, because she didn’t want to be around that kind of negative energy or whatever. So when a Little Monster tells one of her haters to die of AIDS on Twitter, she waves her finger at them by posting some eye roll-inducing open letter, but when a bunch of famous millionaires get booed at some dumb awards show, she dramatically protests against it by storming out! Bitch, please. You know she really left because she got upstaged by Miley’s legendary and embarrassing twerk-a-thon.
And I’m sure One Direction was fine. They dried their hurt tears on one hundred dollar bills, each other’s hair and groupie cooch.
While the singing band of twinks in jeggings we all know as One Erection were presenting Best Pop Video at the MTV VMAs last night, the camera cut to Taylor Swift and it looked like she was saying “shut the fuck up” to her former Easy Bake Oven sous chef and cuddle partner Harry Styles. Both MTV and HuffPo think she was telling Harry to shut the mouth that she once kissed through her hand during a game of spin the bottle in her stuffed animal room. But I studied this highly important GIF and it doesn’t look like the fuck word is coming out of her mouth hole. Side note: I do not recommend spending the first part of your Monday morning watching Taylor Swift’s mouth move over and over again, because I think she hypnotized me and now I really have the urge to make jam out of tears and the blood of my ex-boyfriends.
You know, I’m all for a trick telling any member of One Direction to “shut the fuck up,” but to me it looks like Taylor is saying, “Sorry my arm.” Let’s watch the video, because this is extremely important and none of us will be able to move on with our lives if we don’t know what Taylor said.
I’m sure the country’s most esteemed lip readers will clear their schedule and study this for hours, if not days, before telling us that she’s really saying, “John Mayer gave me herpes.” That makes the most sense. And Taylor may or may not have brought the bitchery when Harry Styles was one stage, but she brought it when she won Best Female Video for “I Knew You Were Trouble.” Taylor said:
“Thank you. Wow. I want to thank the fans because I tweeted about this a lot, I really really wanted this. I also want to thank the person that inspired this song, and he knows exactly who he is, because I got one of these!”
There she is! There’s the 8th grade bitchy mean girl we all know.
And here’s Taylor done up like a middle-aged, drunk cabaret singer from the 1930s.
Somebody please give me the number to Child Services and Animal Services in Britain, because somebody needs to report the motherfucker who did that to this child and the tortured animal on his head. And yes, I’m typing this while my own hair looks like a pile of hacked-up fur balls that was dried in an oven, teased with a broken fork and electrocuted, but we’re not talking about me here!
99% of the population in London is temporarily deaf right now, because thousands of Directioners screamed their tonsils off at the premiere of One Direction: This Is Us 3D tonight. The screams obviously scared Harry Styles’ hair, because that thing looks spooked as fuck. It looks traumatized. I don’t even know what’s going on with his hair. The top of his hair wants to be a pompadour, the back wants to be the party section of a mullet and the sides are giving me Dorothy Dandridge. It’s like three different people worked on that shit.
When you look at him from the front, you think to yourself, “That’s a whack ass Zac Efron impersonator!” When you look at him from the back, you think to yourself, “That’s a whack ass Billy Ray Cyrus impersonator!” And when you look at him from the side, you think to yourself, “Bless that Hasidic toddler for trying and failing to grow a pair of majestic side curls.”
And Harry might’ve looked a mess at tonight’s premiere, but at least one of his fans kept it one hundred percent sexy. Presenting…the hottest Directioner of them all!
Work that towel, girl! Just don’t tell us what you do with that towel when the lights go off and the One Direction songs come on.
Since crazy Directions will buy anything with One Direction’s name on it, the band of yodeling English and Irish twinkies are putting out a perfume called “Our Moment.” (The full title is: “It’s Our Moment So We’re Going To Make As Many Millions As We Can Before A New Group of Singing Fetuses Hatches And Takes Away Out Thunder.”) “Our Moment” could smell like the sewage system under a colonic clinic mixed with the scent a cokehead’s tonsil stones and those Directioners would still bathe in it, douche with it and gargle with it. So it makes sense that they’re putting out a bottle of stank, and to get their fans pre-creaming over its release in August, they put out a commercial.
Millions of Directions are currently numb from the waist down and flopping around on the floor and it’s all because about five seconds into the commercial, Harry Styles kisses the skinny one Zayn on the cheek. Those bitches know what they’re doing. Even though my heart doesn’t feel anything, that kiss is sort of sweet and it’s all because Harry Styles still looks like a quirky silent movie ingenue to me. And really, there’s so much twinkie homoeroticism in that commercial that it looks like a trailer for XY: THE MOVIE.
And hopefully for Harry Styles’ sake scientists discover that there’s so much acid in “Our Moment” that it can also be used to burn off tattoos you regret getting.
In “I Can’t Believe This Shit Didn’t Come From The Onion” news, a few One Direction fans have been tweeting death threats to this adorable puppy named Loki. No, Loki isn’t Harry Styles’ new girlfriend. Those crazy children are wishing death upon this innocent puppy, because Liam Payne bought him with his girlfriend Danielle Peazer. This is some Fatal Attraction shit, which is weird, since most of those crazed One Directioners weren’t even a sperm fish when Fatal Attraction came out.
Metro says that shortly after Liam Payne introduced Loki to his 9 million Twitter followers, the hate and death threats started pouring in. A few One Directioners, who obviously didn’t get enough spoonfuls of crushed Xanax in their jar of banana baby food, let Liam know that they don’t like him raising a puppy with Danielle Peazer, because it means he’ll have less time to tweet with them. Here’s some death threat tweets to a puppy that’ll make you feel really hopeful about our future:
And a couple more:
“I am outraged and appalled fucking Loki the dog! That dog ain’t nothing but the scum on my shoe”
“Let’s kill him! Gun? Knife?”
You know you need to set the parental controls on your child’s laptop to MAXIMUM when they tweet death threats at a puppy for stealing their man. They’re going to start tweeting death threats to every spoon Liam uses, because he’s sticking his tongue on it instead of them.
To paraphrase a quote from prolific philosopher Taylor Swift: There’s a special place in hell for people who wish death upon a puppy….and that special place in hell doesn’t have WiFi or cell phone service. You’re all grounded!
Taylor Swift Takes Harry Styles For A Ride On Her Private Jet, Doesn’t Invite The Other One Direction Twinks
Taylor Swift and One Direction all performed at Z100′s Jingle Ball in NYC on Friday night (pictures below) and they were all going to London the next day. Taylor Swift’s flying unicorn must’ve been in the unicorn shop, because she took a private jet to London instead and invited her future ex-piece Harry Styles, but not the other One Directioners. So Harry had a choice. Harry could either slip into first class on a commercial plane with the other twinks in his group or he could sit on a private jet and let Taylor Swift braid his hair and sing him the song she wrote for her cat for the entire flight to London. Harry’s brain must be made of cotton candy sludge, because he went with the Taylor Swift option. Some source tells The Sun that Harry’s group mates are side-eyeing him something extra, because they think he thinks he’s the John Lennon of the group. The source said this:
“Her presence has stirred tensions in the band as Harry’s now spending most of his time with her, and jetted into the gig on her private jet instead of coming in with the rest of the lads.”
We all know how this story goes… Harry’s going to spend more and more time with Taylor Swift, and then she’s going to start hanging out in the studio while 1D records…. Then she’ll start dropping her one cent in the recording studio and she’ll tell Harry that he should make an album filled with cat songs with her instead. 1D and Harry will fight more and eventually the band will break up. Taylor and Harry will stay together until a fat Jared Leto shoots him. That’s how it’s going to go. Or Taylor’s going to dump him next year when she starts dating Prince William’s newborn baby. Yeah, that’s probably how it’s really going to go.
And I don’t know why Lindsay Lohan is screwing around with that Max George ho. LiLo should be trying to get on Taylor Swift. Bitch has a jet!
Even though Taylor Swift has taken down every picture of Conor Kennedy from the stalker wall in her bedroom, she still closed on a $4.8 million house near the Kennedy Compound on Cape Cod, because she never knows when she’ll be in the mood to stalk his ass again. Now that Taylor “Alex Forrest” Swift has moved on to her next teenage victim, the mop-headed twink from One Direction, she’s looking to set up a stalking headquarters near his house in London.
Hollywood Life says that Taylor is looking for houses in North London, the same neighborhood her current piece Harry Styles lives in. Taylor “David McCall” Swift wrote Harry’s initials in her cappuccino foam last March when they dated for a quick minute, but they broke up because they were never together. A source says Taylor thinks that maybe this time their love will bloom if she moves near his ass.
“She’s been interested in buying a house in the UK for a while. But after months of not really mentioning it, Taylor’s suddenly instructed an estate [agent] to get on it ASAP! She’s even asked Harry if he’ll come and look at some places with her, since he knows the area.
Taylor says the reason things fizzled out last time was because they had no time together. I’m sure their recent contact is behind her sudden enthusiasm to buy in London. She says they’ll be able to pick up where they left off. I’m not sure how Harry will cope if Taylor does move in down the road. He always talks big with girls he likes, promising the earth, but in reality I think Harry likes being single.”
Does Maggie Gyllenhaal’s long-lost twin sister, Harry Styles, even know that he’s dating Taylor of the Sunnybrook Mental Hospital? Have they even met? Taylor was probably watching a One Direction video one day and felt that Harry was giving her the eyes through her TV screen. Now she tells everyone that he’s her boyfriend and she’s going to stalk him so hard until he has no choice but to seek government assistance and enter the Taylor Swift Protection Program. Whatever, by then Taylor will have a new victim and her London house will be worth twice as much as she paid.
Bitch might be crazy, but she’s also a real estate mogul genius.
Here’s Taylor in Japan today.
Taylor Swift is currently humping her way to her next #1 album, but she took a little time away from skipping through the lavender fields with the mop-headed twink from One Direction who I always mistake for Maggie Gyllenhaal. Taylor dropped Harry Styles’ hand for a second to comfort a friend of need. Taylor gave her best friend 4 eva a shoulder to weep on, because Selena Gomez still isn’t over Justin Bieber embarrassing her by wearing the most fucked up toddler outfit ever.
Taylor and Selena had dinner at an Italian restaurant and I’m sure the former told the latter not to get mad, get THAT MONEY by writing a song about the douche who hurt her in the heart. Then afterward, they drove to Selena’s house, got into their pajamas and shared a raw cookie dough log while laughing about how they don’t need stupid smelly boys when they’ve got each other! As they got higher and higher on raw cookie dough, they rolled around on the carpet, giggled…. and I’m going to stop now before I write the lezzie fan fiction that NOBODY wants to read. I’ve already gone too far.
Niall Horan, a member of the boy band who are largely responsible for sucking up all of the planet’s resources by blowing their hair out in one direction every hour on the hour, sashayed through Dublin Airport earlier this week and greeted his fans the same way I always love to be greeted when I’m sitting with a group. Niall waved and then dropped a wet c-bomb on all of them by saying, “Remember the last time I walked out here… you shower of cunts.” I know, Niall shouldn’t be yodeling out sugar sweet lyrics to the masses. Niall should be writing poetry.
But some bitches threw hate at Niall for calling his fans “cunts” and unfortunately he didn’t keep with the “genitals in mass quantities” theme by telling them to eat a bowl of dicks. Niall pulled out the sowwy card on Twitter (via Idolator):
really sorry if I caused any offence. It was just banter with fans who I think of more as mates
but I understand that it’s not a word I should be using at all
I usually CAN’T with anything One Direction does, because even though I have a kitten t-shirt in my drawer, I am not a 12-year-old girl, but this is hilarious. I mean, a barely legal boy greeting people by calling them Sandusky’s worst nightmare? But really, what do you expect from a dude who has the last name Horan? I know, I’m jealous of Niall, because I wish my last name was a verb that perfectly describes how I like to spend every second of the day.