The Time Jason Biggs Ray J’d On Chelsea Handle’s Face

In “News You Definitely Care About” news, Jennifer Aniston’s partner in tequila (Side note: I totally picture them reenacting the spaghetti scene from Lady and the Tramp with a tequila worm), Chelsea Handler, was on Conan last night and she once again swore on the carton of Belvedere in her garage that the Vine of Jason Biggs emptying his bladder on her face is one hundred percent real.

A few weeks ago, the epitome of SUCIO found a new low when a Vine made the rounds of Jason Biggs golden showering on Chelsea Handler as she swam below him in the ocean. Nasty trollop didn’t even close her mouth! Pimp Mama Kris already hates Chelsea Handler, but she hates her a little more today and is totally disgusted. How can Chelsea Handler get pissed on in a video and then give that video to the public FOR FREE? PMK is so glad they’re not in the same basic cable family anymore.

Chelsea was on Howard Stern last week and she claimed that she and Jason didn’t stage the piss party so she’d have a story to tell on talk shows while selling her Netflix comedy special. And last night, Chelsea pissed out the story into Conan’s face:

“I did not want to be urinated on. That’s not something I was trying to get to happen. It did happen and I’m still here. He’s got problems, okay and he had a urinary tract infection on this trip. No, he didn’t. So I got off the boat, there’s a below deck they call, the little thing, so I jump off of it and I was holding onto it because we were getting on another boat to go to the beach. All of a sudden I realize, I look up and Jason’s penis was there and he was urinating on my face. I thought it was so funny that somebody would pee on someone’s face that I was laughing so hard I couldn’t swim away. Even if I could’ve swim I would’ve just swam into the boat so I was trapped. I was in a urinary Bermuda Triangle. Listen, I can take one for the team. If somebody needs to get urinated on, I am happy to do that. I don’t care about urine. Who cares?”

Those last few lines…. If Chelsea was about 30 years younger, R. Kelly would be all about that.

I’ve thrown the Vine up after the cut so we can all disinfect (Freudian typo and it stays) it piss stream by piss stream:

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I’m Sure You’re Dying To Know What The Kardashians Had For Thanksgiving Dinner

Hopefully, your hangover is waning thanks to the expired prescription meds you found in your grandma’s medicine cabinet and the memory of your drunk uncle telling the story about getting crabs off a German hooker during the war is fading so you can focus on conjuring a fuck to give about what the Jentrashians had for dinner last night. Kris posted a pic of their menu on Instagram, which screams “catered” or “Pinterest“, depending on which side of the “that doesn’t look like you tried too hard at all” spectrum one is on financially. Major side-eye to the line about famous lemon cake- you know the last thing Kris did in the kitchen was toss Bruce’s nuts on a cutting board with instructions for the chef to chop and candy them to mix in with the stuffing.

Like all families, they probably sat around the table and lied their asses off about what they are thankful for. If they had been honest, it would have started with Kris thanking Ray J. for downing that Double Big Gulp before turning the video camera on, the Jenner girls being grateful for their Daddy’s money, Kourtney thanking anybody who would listen that Scott likes to hit it from the back so she doesn’t have to look at his budding serial killer face and ended with Khloe borrowing a line from Ever After as she scowls at her mother and says, “I’m only here for the food“.

Just in case you needed a little help for some last-minute heaves, here are some pics of Kim’s asses (her cornucopia of implants and fat grafts, as well as Kanye) in Miami yesterday, and Kim living up to her title of the Most Beautiful Woman of All Time if ratty, unbrushed hair and a face that looks like it would melt near an open flame are the new beauty standards to which we’re all being held.

(Photos: Instagram, FameFlynet)

Duchess Kate’s Hairstylist Got Sent To The Gallows

The Daily Telegraph says that the man who used to brush Duchess Kate’s hair a thousand times with a sterling silver brush every night and condition her locks with the sperm of William the Conquerer that’s kept in a jar in the dungeon has been fired for treason! James Pryce did Duchess Kate’s mane on her wedding day and he also traveled with her during her tour through North America. When James Pryce started to get attention for handling Kate’s hair, he left the Richard Ward salon and went on his own. James Pryce thought he was going to be the Chaz Dean of Britain (yes, I just admitted to staring at Chaz Dean’s gorgeous lion face on QVC), but bitch got a heavy blast of royal reality to the face when he was dropped by Duchess Kate for tweeting and Facebooking about her. Some source said:

“When he went solo and tried to tour around the USA – he launched a Facebook page and Twitter account which featured hundreds of pictures of Kate and her various hairstyles to promote his business – obviously, that did not go down too well with the Palace at all. Richard Ward still cuts Kate’s hair and she has her colour done at the salon.”

James should’ve known that he is nothing but a peasant and should never ever throw up a picture of a royal on his Facebook page without asking. Posting a picture of a royal without their permission is only okay if you’re THE QUEEN and the picture is of a drunk Duchess Kate passed out on the couch with the words “MY BITCH” written on her forehead with black eyeliner. Posting a picture of a royal without their permission is also okay if the picture is of a naked Prince Hot Ginge and the wall you’re posting it on is my wall.

We all know the real reason James was fired was because he let Duchess Kate go outside with grey hairs! THE QUEEN did not stand for that and demoted James to the position of Camilla’s private hairstylist and he’ll have to cut her pube bush into the shape of Prince Charles’ profile for the rest of his career! That will teach him.

Kat Von D Doesn’t Care If Her “Celebutard” Lipstick Offends You

After being raked over the social media coals for putting a Kat Von D lipstick on their shelves called “Celebutard”, The Daily Mail says Sephora is handing out apologies instead of samples of cologne a French whore would turn down.

‘It has come to our attention that the name of one shade of a lipstick we carry has caused offense to some of our clients and others,’ a Sephora spokesperson said in a statement. ‘We are deeply sorry for that, and we have ceased sale of that shade both in our stores and online.’

Complaints came in from parents of children with special needs, “Glee” actress Lauren Potter who has Down syndrome and Kathy Keeley, the Executive Director of All About Developmental Disabilities (AADD) who said:

‘It’s shocking that a company in this day and age would even consider such a demeaning name for a product.’

‘While this kind of language might not seem important, to people with developmental disabilities, labels and terms like this are very hurtful and damaging.’

Kat herself didn’t follow in Sephora’s footsteps. According to People, she Tweeted that it was “just a fucking lipstick” but then deleted it.

I’m trying to be surprised she doesn’t give a fuck about political correctness or image after she wrapped herself around down low Nazi and professional pussy hound Jesse James like he was some kind of prize to be won.  There’s also no shock over the lack of eloquence- I took one for the team and looked for examples of Kat Von D wisdom and a tumblr account dedicated to her reads like a fortune cookie factory mated with the notebook I kept in high school of cheesy lyrics. I came across this sorta on-topic quote:

Makeup is part of my daily routine. It’s the time in my mornings when I can concentrate on me, and me alone. Giving yourself the kind of attention is so important – and is something that is definitely glossed over by to [sic] many women.

Kat obviously likes cosmetics- I’ve seen a horny baboon with less color on its ass than Kat uses on her everyday face. Makeup is one of those things I’ve never mastered, along with any hairstyling trends past the 80’s crimp, listening to my inner monologue when it tells me to not make a dick joke and pulling up to my mailbox without hitting it with my side mirror. Many people walk into a Sephora and leave with a bag full crap that will give them better face. I walk in, have a panic attack, fill the basket they give me out of guilt and spend a week looking like this before I give up and go back to my tragic 3-minute routine.

Regardless of the potentially offensive nature of the name of the lipstick Sephora pulled, why the fuck would anybody WANT to look like any of the celebrities the shade was named after? Who turned the tube over, saw the name and said, “EUREKA! That’s what I want everyone to associate me with!” There’s also a little side-eye to be thrown toward another one of her lipsticks called “Underage Red”. Who doesn’t want to slick on a Miranda Kerr-approved red lip and think to oneself, “Who’s a pretty little minor with daddy issues being preyed upon by gross older men?”

If Stephanie Pratt Was Going For I Derp of Jeannie, She Nailed It

Ah, the good old days of Dlisted yore when the sight of the Pratts and their blow-up doll ilk made me morph into a camel and spit at my screen. I must not have completely pulled myself out of a self-induced DayQuil/Benedryl/moscato coma quite yet this morning because I found myself clicking through pictures of Stephanie Pratt dressed as a genie, thinking that she looks kind of pretty when she’s not doing her impression of John Mayer singing and that it wouldn’t hurt to try a couple of sit ups later today.

Since I’m taking this intern job VERY seriously, I thought I’d dig a little for all of you and see what Steph’s been up to since 2007 when she was on The Hills and those assholes wouldn’t allow themselves to leave our conscious thought. I’m pleased to report that Stephanie’s website hasn’t posted new content since 2010, leading one to believe that unlike her dipstick brother Spencer and his idiotin’ wife, she may have clued into the public’s collective eye roll at all things Pratt and had the decency to quit herself on our behalf.

And here’s more of She-Pratt and others (including Tim Allen, Adam Brody, Cindy Crawford, Chelsea Handler, etc…) at Mike Meldman’s Halloween party in Beverly Hills last night.

(Pics: Splash, Wenn.com)

Carrie Takes A Tumble

This proves that nothing good comes from wearing a mullet shirt. When you wear a mullet shirt, bad shit happens to your ass.

Carrie Underwood was performing at a show in Corpus Christi, TX last night when her heel and her fug ass mullet shirt worked together to take her ass down. After Carrie’s ass and the stage floor became one, she kept on yodeling. CNN broke into their story on Syria last night (they probably did) to report that Carrie didn’t break any bones and she’s not canceling any dates.

After the show, Carrie tweeted a picture of her leg and foot wrapped in something every woman wears when she’s around Quentin Tarantino and doesn’t want him to attack her feets with his mouth. It’s a QT blocker.

And in the doll room of her Rhode Island mansion, Taylor Swift is giggling while jumping on top of the foot of her Carrie Underwood voodoo doll.

Source: Instagram via UsWeekly