We already know RiRi’s stance on Instagram nipple censorship, but what everyone really wanted to know is her stance on the Israeli-Palestinian conflict and for one brief second on Twitter she shared it (or did she?).
RiRi pulled a stage 4 Dwight Howard today when for one brief second the hashtag #FREEPALESTINE was on her Twitter page until her PR people called a MAN DOWN CODE 10 situation and immediately yanked it down. But just like that depressing, gross feeling that a trick feels after sucking Charlie Sheen’s dick, nothing really goes away on the Internet and her tweet had already been screen capped and passed around. Everybody was bracing themselves for RiRi to scream that she was hacked, but instead she spit out an even more ridiculous excuse that’s made of bullshit and pure BITCH, PLEASE.
A source (Hi, RiRi’s publicist) tells TMZ that she didn’t mean to tweet support for Palestine at all. The source says that RiRi was reading about the Gaza conflict online when she clicked a link that must’ve tweeted this out to her 36 million followers:
Those pro-Palestine bots hiding in links on CNN will get your every time. RiRi claims that she didn’t even know about the tweet until her followers started pointing it out. She hit the delete button. The source says that RiRi isn’t pro-Palestine or pro-Israel. She’s “pro-peace” and doesn’t want “innocent people dying.”
So RiRi tweeted something for controversy and then deleted it so she’d get more attention while not having to stand up for shit. Got it. Now that we got that out of the way and know that RiRi is just pro-attention, she can go back to tweeting about nipples and weed and maybe she can address some questions I really need the answers to. My questions are:
1. Does Drake really like getting his ass eaten? (Answer: Doesn’t everybody?)
2. Does Drake’s ass taste like maple syrup and yellow Starburst?
3. When you were eating Drake’s ass and his legs started to shake, did the vibrations ricochet off of your satellite dish forehead creating a sonic boom that busted out all the windows?
I know, blogging about the conflict in Gaza and Drake getting his salad tossed in the same post. For where is my Putlizer?!?
Pic: Pacific Coast News
TLC got served a giant plate of Twitter shade from RiRi last week when T-Boz said during an interview with Australian morning show Sunrise that sex is very easy to sell and she’s sick of seeing pop stars with their “booby cakes” hanging out all the time. Sunrise claims that T-Boz was talking about RiRi and RiRi’s nipples, which has made an appearance on your eyeballs more than your own nipples have. RiRi slapped back at TLC by changing her Twatter background to a picture of T-Boz covering her booby cakes with a hand bra. Well, T-Boz has jumped on her Big Wheels and is back pedaling now. T-Boz said on Twatter that she wasn’t even talking about RiRi’s alien nipples and those media bitches made it all up to start something. What I learned while reading T-Boz’s Twatter is that T-Boz types and spells like a 12-year-old whose got a serious case of arthritis of the fingers and just huffed all the freon out of an air conditioning unit. What I’m trying to say is that T-Boz tweets like Justin Bieber.
Last time I checked I didn’t say no bodies name the interview lady did shit I’m out of the country lol I didn’t even see pics
how did I get dragged in2 talkin about some1 I like I don’t care what my opinion is I’m gonna say what I want at least get what I say right
Lol I swear when some of their mamas whipped after sex apart of the sperm must of got whipped cuz their not whole y’all can catch bricks
See & this why it’s terrible 2 be a follower lol ya hear the wrong thing & they run with it & don’t even know wtf their talking about smh
Looks like folks need 2 research I didn’t see a show or pics I’m in Australia if 1 person says something they run with it not knowing smh
“I’m out of the country and didn’t even see the pics” is a really good excuse. Because we all know that Australia is practically Antarctica and they’ve got no WiFi and barely any electricity. Bitch, please. Those pictures were broadcast everywhere including on the side of the Sydney Opera House. Everyone has seen RiRi’s nipples and that’s exactly what T-Boz was talking about. T-Boz is probably backtracking, because she’s sick of her eyes crossing while reading crazy, incoherent, hate-filled tweets that RiRi’s rabid navy sends her and when T-Boz thinks your spelling and typing is shit…
Here’s a covered up RiRi (MARK THIS DAY) at the Spike TV Awards yesterday accepting some antler trophy from Kevin Hart who can easily have an eye-to-eye conversation with her nipples.
Pics: Wenn.com, Getty
TLC, the modest and chaste Christian musical group who had a wholesome hit song about eating that pussy while on the rag shook their heads at RiRi for constantly using sex and her bare alien nipples to sell her music. During an interview with the Australian talk show Sunrise on Channel 7 (via Entertainmentwise), the topic of RiRi’s always out there nipples came up and T-Boz said this:
“Every time I see you, you don’t have to be naked. It’s easy to sell sex. It’s hard for us to say anything because any time we do, they say, ‘Oh TLC must be jealous’, but I call a spade a spade.”
Chilli jumped in and added that they got to the top without putting their “booby cakes” on display and now I suddenly want to put my mouth on a marzipan nip:
“We became the biggest girl selling group of all time with our clothes on and that says a lot. We could go around too with booby cakes out all day long.”
Just like her nipples, RiRi doesn’t keep her opinions about hos hating on her to herself. RiRi clapped back at T-Boz and Chilli by changing her Twitter background to a picture of T-Boz giving herself hand pasties.
And by twatting out this:
First of all, T-Boz needs to shut the hell up, because she’s shitting out lies and doesn’t know what she’s talking about. Sure it might’ve been easy for her to sell sex back in the day and it’s easy for RiRi to sell sex today, but it’s not easy for everyone to sell sex. Every time I try to sell sex (and at a good price, mind you), the only thing I get is a handful of lung chunks from my prospective john laughing at me trying to get some money for this worn out ass. So fuck yourself with those side-burn tails, T-Boz. Second of all, RiRi doesn’t need to use her nipples to sell her music. Her naturally gorgeous nightingale voice already does a good job of that:
So take that, T-Boz!
RiRi knows that it’s been approximately 45 seconds since we’ve seen her alien nipples and that’s way too long, so she brought the #FREETHENIPPLE movement to the CFDA Awards in NYC tonight by wearing tons of fucking sparkles, a stole made out of Poochie and not much else. Bitch is giving me headline stripper Josephine Baker. I love it, because it’s an elegant ensemble that can easily take you from the stroll to cocktails with THE QUEEN, it’s covered in crystals (and my gay eyes jizz for crystals) and she almost reached the high levels of demureness and sophistication that Rose McGowan reached at the VMAs a million years ago.
And Miley Cyrus has been challenged. Expect Miley to show up to the Frederick’s of Hollywood Awards held in the parking lot of a strip mall in Florida wearing nothing but exquisite Lucite heels and a beaded tampon string hanging out of her twat.
Charlie Sheen, society’s insane meth-smoking human bedbug, decided to celebrate going a week without chugging from the old bottle of Mr. Bubble under the sink by taking his porn star fiancé Brett Rossi out for a nice dinner at Giorgio Baldi in Santa Monica Wednesday night. While there, Charlie and Brett noticed that Rihanna was also having dinner at Giorgio Baldi. According to Charlie (so take this with both a grain of salt and a shot of penicillin) he sent a request over to RiRi asking if he could introduce his fiancé, who happens to be a huge fan. RiRi replies by politely declining, saying there were too many paps and it wasn’t possible at that time.
This is fine by Charlie, since he claims that meeting RiRi “would have been 84 interminable seconds of chugging Draino and ”please kill me now” that I’d never get back” (whatever the hell that means) but not meeting RiRi made Brett Rossi a sad porno panda, so the second they got home he took to Twitter with a delicious bottle of Drano and gave RiRi a piece of his mind. Unless you have an hour to kill and a copy of Rosetta Stone Crackhead, don’t bother attempting to read Charlie’s next-level bonkers Twitter rant. Here are the highlights:
“Sorry we’re not KOOL enough to warrant a blessing from the Princess (or in this case the Village idiot)”
“See ya on the way down (we always do) and actually, it was a pleasure NOT meeting you”
“I’m guessing you needed those precious 84 seconds to situate that bad wig before you left the restaurant”
He also pulled out that classic joke about Halloween not being for another couple of months (good one, Dad) and reminded her that the reason he’s been around for 31 years is because he always makes time to meet with people. Really? It’s not because cockroaches are notoriously difficult to get rid of?
But because RiRi’s brain was replaced with a half-smoked joint floating in a puddle of stripper booty sweat a long time ago, she decided to fan the crackpipe fires by Photoshopping a pic of her signing an autograph for Charlie Sheen and using it as the background image for her Twitter account (#girlyouneedtogetalife) and tweeting the following:
If that old queen don't get ha diapers out of a bunch…
— Rihanna (@rihanna) May 22, 2014
“That old queen?” Sounds like someone follows Alec Baldwin on Twitter. I’m surprised she didn’t follow that up with a tweet calling him a rude thoughtless little pig (it’s not too late RiRi!)
A sequined butterfly disco top really would’ve taken this look to the upper echelons of class.
Since RiRi’s single now and is done with putting skid marks on the floor from fucking on Wheelchair Jimmy in his chair, she threw one of Nicki Minaj’s merkins on top of her head, dipped her nipples in a bowl of ice to get them nice and hard, threw on a white tank top and took her ass to the Thunder vs. Clippers game at the Staples Center in L.A. last night. RiRi looks like a Hunts Point ho who lures prospective johns to her corner by twerking on cars and is always bragging about how the other hoookers are jealous of her because she looks like a black Pink and because she gives the best handjob on the block. That wig looks like flattened cotton candy, but it does her face good.
And in related news, an animal hospital ambulance was called to the mansion of Donald Sterling after that evil amphibian choked on his own lizard tongue after seeing black people sitting courtside at a Clippers game. I wish RiRi would’ve texted him from her courtside seat and asked him if he wanted to play some golf.
If you own a company that makes Kleenex, maple syrup ice cream, or Boys on the Side DVDs, go ahead and order 3 Golden Corral chocolate wonderfalls for the company Christmas party, because it’s about to be a very good week for you. According to Us Weekly, Wheelchair Jimmy aka Ms. Drake if you’re nasty is laying on the couch in his Toronto Raptors Snuggie, eating ice cream from the tub with his bare hands and bursting into tears every time he sees a commercial for Zales, because he and RiRi are OVAH. Someone better call Canada and tell them to put the Queen back on the loonie; it looks like there won’t be a Canadian Princess after all.
“Rihanna and Drake had another fight,” a source tells Us. “He is too in love with her, which has always been the problem. They have been fighting, but that could all change any day now. It is how it always is with them.”
The love that blossomed between the lukewarm bowl of Red River (aka Canada’s oatmeal) and the horny Barbadian blunt-puffer began but a mere three months ago, and already it has been taken out back and given the Old Yeller treatment for the same reason it ended the first time: Wheelchair Jimmy was organizing all the R+WJ monogrammed items in his hope chest while RiRi’s pussy lips were texting every contact in her phone “Yo, u awake? Mi hornee”.
Goddamnit, when is Drake going to learn you can’t tame a true blue slut! Rihanna doesn’t want to stay at home watching 7th Heaven on Netflix while you rub her feet and ask her if she’s had a tough day; she wants to roll around in a pile of strippers and air out her b-hole in French magazines and to hey-hey-hey-hey smoke weed everyday. She doesn’t want to be the Princess of Canada, she wants to be the Duchess of Sucking the Dirty D. Deal with it, Jimmy Brooks.
Beyonce could’ve killed some of the cuntspiracy theories out there about Basement Baby and Jay-Z’s “FINISH HER!” moment in the elevator by issuing a statement saying that she she has no idea what happened in that elevator, because her batteries were charging and her husband put the computer in her head on sleep mode. Most of us would’ve shrugged and said, “That makes sense.” But if she did that, she would lose her STUNT QUEEN crown for not milking the life out of this ESCANDALOSONESS. So this morning she answered to Basement Baby almost erasing all of her face on Instagram by posting four pictures of her and Basement Baby on her Instagram page. I’m surprised Beyonce and The Beygency didn’t take it all the way by posting pictures of her and Basement Baby with Jay-Z’s camel head pasted on top of Basement Baby’s head. They’re probably saving that little stunt move for the second act of this scandal.
Yesterday (or should I say, “yesterbey“), the NYDN said that Basement Baby played kickball with Jay-Z’s nuts in the elevator, because after the Met Gala he wanted to go to RiRi’s after-party. It really is always RiRi’s fault. If you’re still in school and on your history test is the question, “Who is responsible for World War I?”, just write, “Rihanna,” and you’ll get it right. The story goes that while Basement Baby, BeyonceBot and Jay-Z were leaving The Standard Hotel, he told them both he was going to RiRi’s after-party and BB freaked out:
Why can’t you go home?” a drunken Solange Knowles said to her brother-in-law as they left the swanky May 5 Met Gala after-party, a source told The News.
Then the 27-year-old singer turned to her 32-year-old big sis Beyoncé.
“You’re one to talk,” he shot back at Solange, the source said.
“Why does your husband need to go to the club right now?” Solange asked, according to the source.
An incensed Jay Z took offense to Solange getting involved in his business.
Some source said that before they got into the elevator, Jay-Z was already annoyed by Basement Baby, because earlier in the night a few of her non-famous peasant friends used his name to get into the Met Gala. And Basement Baby didn’t like that Jay-Z called the venue where RiRi’s party was at and told them he was coming alone and didn’t need extra security.
WHAT DOES IT ALL MEAN? Is RiRi really Jay-Z’s longterm side piece and Beyonce thinks she’s the Jackie O of today, so she just turns her head the other way? (By the way, a full-length mirror is hanging on the other way’s wall, which is always why Beyonce’s always looking the other way.) Does Basement Baby feel like she needs to repay Beyonce for that monthly allowance she gets by being her Captain Save-A-Ho?
Jay-Z is a major asshole, but I don’t blame him for wanting to go to RiRi’s after-party. Hmmm, go home with Beyonce and sit there as she spends hours upon hours looking at thousands of pictures of herself in her Met Gala outfit? Or go to RiRi’s after-party and suck weed smoke out of a stripper’s asshole? Tough choice!
Beyonce’s people answered to those RiRi rumors by doing this:
And finally, Necole Bitchie has photographic proof that the “IV” tattoo that Beyonce and Jay-Z got on their fingers before their wedding is no longer on Beyonce’s finger. Eh, that doesn’t mean anything. When the painters slathered her body in a fresh coat of mannequin paint during her monthly tune-up and maintenance appointment at the robot factory, they forgot to paint that “IV” tattoo on her finger. That’s all.
I know, I should shank myself in the ass in a communal shower for even asking that question. When any ho goes up against Crazy Eyes in the “Who Worked It Better?” game, it isn’t Crazy Eyes who loses.
Defibrillator pads were working overtime at the iFart Radio Awards in Los Angeles last night when the hearts of dozens of whores nearly stopped after RiRi sashayed on through with her nipple knobs and pussy lips actually covered up. Bitch was so covered up (for RiRi) that you’d think she was going to church. RiRi’s nipple slits and asshole must’ve felt so confused and suffocated, because usually they’re out in the open breathing in air. Everyone figured RiRi would show up in nothing but patent leather creepers and a beaded tampon string hanging out of her cooch. But RiRi really gave everyone a serious SHOCK when she wore clothes.
Speaking of those clothes, it looks like she bought all those clothes at a Charlotte Russe and Judy’s after time-traveling back to 1995. She looks like Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes if Lisa “Left Eye” Lopes played Fairuza Balk’s character in The Craft. It looks like The Matrix, Coolio and the Urban Decay section of an Urban Outfitters all took a shit on her at the same time. And you know, I don’t even hate it. Yes, that blue black green lipstick makes her look like the dead body of a hooker that was floating in the swamp for days, but that lipstick turned her tongue blue. And looking like you just tongue fucked Tobias Funke IS the look.
“Bitch stole my look!” – Grumpy Cat
At last night’s iHateRadio (autocorrect that stays) Music Awards, country singer Luke Bryan - the over-it dude in black to the left of a confused-looking Blake Shelton – let his face tell us exactly what he thought of Ariana Grande Mocha Cookie Crumble Frappuccino’s performance with a look that made my downstairs parts tingle with sadistic glee. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone frown so hard; it almost looks like the right corner of his mouth is reaching for something it can use to put Luke Bryan out of his misery. “Juuuuust a little closer…I think I can reach that broken wine glass.”
Normally Ariana Grande Cup Filled With Tap Water (she’s too basic to be a Frappuccino) doesn’t bother me that much (jk, she’s suuupes annoying) but I had the exact same reaction as Luke Bryan when I watched her perform “Problem”. There’s something about a toddler-face in a pair of hooker boots that feels all kinds of not-right to me. Not to mention those busted baby dance moves at the 1:56 mark; the whole thing made me feel like I was watching a crossover episode between Toddlers & Tiaras and To Catch a Predator:
Then again, I’m sure if I watched Ariana Grande Tap Water’s performance a little less sober than I am now, I bet I would find it as funny as Bad Gal RiRi thought it was. I love imaging a wine-drunk Rihanna watching Ariana’s performance and whispering to the person next to her “Duuuuude…that baby prostitute is a pretty good dancer”
But back to Luke Bryan and his amazing NOPE face. After Luke was caught on camera showing us what he looks like when he’d rather be getting a lube-less rectal exam than watch jail bait bust out some Mall of America moves, he tweeted:
“Wow me concentrating doesn’t look good”
And I don’t think that’s an excuse – I really think he was concentrating. He was trying to pull a Carrie and concentrate all the telekinetic power in his brain to start a fire in the Shrine Auditorium so he could get the fuck out of there.
Here’s more of a pre-frown Luke Bryan and his beautiful sunset-colored wife Caroline arriving at the iHeartRadio Music Awards: