Oh, Snapchat, it’s not only used for you to send naked pics to your piece while the puppy filter half-disguises your face. It can also be used to get video proof of an Oscar-winning actor groping you without permission.
Kevin Spacey’s team of lawyers found out that 2019 is going to be very busy for them. Not only do they have to defend him in a sexual battery lawsuit brought on by a massage therapist (how very Travolta of him) and possibly prepares themselves for charges in London, but they’ve got a case in Nantucket to deal with. Kevin was charged with felony sexual assault after a man claimed that Kevin groped him at a restaurant in Nantucket in 2016 when he was 18. Police say the assault was recorded, but Kevin’s lawyers have fought back with some good old-fashioned vicim blaming.
We will all remember this day. My grandchildren will one day sit at my feet and ask “Gammy, do you remember when Vanity Fair called Angelina Jolie a liar by publishing a transcript of her interview?” And I will say, yes children, I remember. And of course I’ll be telling said story from a bunker 40 feet below the ground, because there’s no way Angelina Jolie won’t mentally trigger the apocalypse after this.
Here I was thinking that there was no way in this life or the next that my dream of getting tag-teamed by Prince Hot Ginge, Idris Elba and Alexander Skarsgard on a bed of Double Doubles would ever come true, but it might! Because Kim Kartrashian actually told the truth about something and that means absolutely anything is possible!
Here I was thinking that FoxHol (or is it JamKat? HoJam?) was just a fake thing that the tabloids created and pulled out whenever shit got really, really slow. Kind of like the zillion stories about the non-existent babies growing in Jennifer Aniston’s body. But Jamie Foxx’s friend Claudia Jordan (seen above looking a Miss Kitty mess while standing next to him at an awards show last year) claims that he has really dicked all of the remaining Thetans out of Katie Holmes and they’re really happy together. Well, if an ex-Deal or No Deal trick turned fallen Real Housewife of Atlanta said it, it must be completely and totally true!
The last time I wrote about Lindsay Lohan, she had only 16 days to do 115 hours of cummunity (typo and it stays) service. If she didn’t finish servicing the community by tomorrow, she’d face jail. No, really, the judge was planning to take her to a jail cell and make her face it while saying, “This is a jail cell and you’re totally going to end up in it if you don’t do your community service by the next hearing. I really mean it this time. Now, let’s go get martinis.”
TMZ says that LiLo supposedly achieved the impossible. She finished all her community service hours. Apparently, the prosector Terry White has already confirmed that LiLo completed all the hours she was supposed to complete. No word yet if she tried to pass off crap like “act in a play” and “let fans follow her around” as community service.
TMZ claims that LiLo did what millions of people do for decades and decades: she worked for 8 hours a day. She “worked” (read: showed the kids a triple feature of I Know Who Killed Me, Liz & Dick and The Canyons to show them what kind of decisions you make when you’re on the bad shit) at that children’s center in Brooklyn, an LGBT youth center and a women’s shelter. Promises Malibu better keep their Lindsay Lohan Suite vacant for her, because she’s going to need to check in and be treated for an extreme case of the tireds after working that much.
LiLo’s lawyer Shawn Holley will be in court tomorrow and is expected to prove that the freckled tornado of messiness did 125 hours of community service. If TMZ is right, LiLo will be off of probation for the first time in 7 years. Tomorrow the world may become a place where the justice system is free of Lindsay Lohan (for now). Once the judge takes a bolt cutter to LiLo’s probation shackles, I fully expect a naked Prince Hot Ginge to land crotch-first on my face as a vodka-pissing chartreuse unicorn flies out of my asshole, because we’ll obviously be living in a time when anything and everything is possible.
The Daily Mail, the only journal of integrity that any of us trust, blew out a “sorry, bitch” to George Clooney a couple of days ago for publishing a fraudulent story about how Amal Alamuddin’s mother doesn’t want her daughter to marry one of Hollywood’s most seasoned man sluts because he’s not Druze. In their apology, The Daily Mail claimed that they didn’t just pull the story out of their asshole (even though I’m pretty sure their company name is Out Of Our Asshole, Inc. Not to be confused with the name of Dlisted’s company name, Out Of Our Gaping Asshole, LLC). The Mail said that one of their freelance journalists got the story from very, very trustworthy members of the Lebanese community in Beirut and I’m taking that to mean that the freelance journalist wrote that story right after getting drunk and high at a Lesbian bar playing Beirut all night. But George has spit on their apology and thrown it back in their faces. George has got The Daily Mail’s number, HUSSY!
George wrote a response to The Daily Mail’s apology on USA Today and he calls them out for being contradicting whores and declared them the worst kind of tabloid. In a darkened corner in a bar somewhere, The National Enquirer is silently weeping over their 5th cup of vodka, because they feel so inadequate.
There is one constant when a person or company is caught doing something wrong. The coverup is always worse.
In this case, the Daily Mail has printed an apology for insinuating religious tensions where there are none. In the apology, managing editor Charles Garside claims that the article was “not a fabrication,” but “based the story on conversations with senior members of the Lebanese community.”
The problem is that none of that is true. The original story never cites that source, but instead goes out of its way to insist on four different occasions that “a family friend” spoke directly to the Mail. A ” family friend” was the source. So either they were lying originally or they’re lying now.
Furthermore, they knew ahead of time that they were lying. In an article dated April 28, 2014, reporter Richard Spillett writes in the Mail that “Ramzi, (Amal’s father), married outside the Druze faith,” and a family friend said that “Baria, (Amal’s mom), is not Druze.” The Mail knew the story in question was false and printed it anyway.
What separates this from all of the ridiculous things the Mail makes up is that now, by their own admission, it can be proved to be a lie. In fact, a premeditated lie.
So I thank the Mail for its apology. Not that I would ever accept it, but because in doing so they’ve exposed themselves as the worst kind of tabloid.
George showed them the receipts!
I love it only and only because it screams, “And check your lipstick before you come and talk to me.” George Clooney always has the last word. When I read, “Not that I would ever accept it,” I pictured him saying it while throwing the same “up and down + eye roll” look a bitchy high schooler throws at one of her minions for wearing pink on a Thursday. Tina Fey should’ve cast George Clooney as Regina George, because that is the role he was born to play. Regina George Clooney!
George almost comes off like a sane Alec Baldwin. The two of them should get together to shoot a weekly show where they shit on all the tabloids who print lies about them. They can be our new Statler and Waldorf!