When I was little, I lived in the country and spent a lot of time wandering around outside flipping over rocks to find snakes and bugs and other fun things. That was the golden era before cellphones when kids had to entertain themselves without the aid of an electronic device, Goddammit! Well, I wish I could un-flip the rock that unearthed this tidbit of gossip, because when I woke up this morning I was blissfully unaware that Adrienne Bailon-Houghton, the only Cheetah Girl I can name who isn’t Raven-Symone, and my favorite Kartrashian ex, loves to suck on her man’s toes.
Makeup artiste turned TV person Jeannie Mai, who is on The Real, announced last October that she and her husband Freddy Harteis, who hosts some hunting show on the Sportsman Channel, were done after 10 years of marriage. Jeannie said on her show that one of the big things that sent them to divorce lawyers was the fact that she has no interest in filling her womb up with a fetus and while they were dating, she made it crystal clear that raising human slobber machines is not a goal she has. Freddy married her anyway because he was in love, but later on in life, the baby-making jizz fish in his balls got cagey and he decided he really wants kids. So they ended it, and Jeannie said that she hopes he found happiness. Well, dude wasted no time in finding happiness and a lady to make a baby with. Because he’s going to be a dad.
The Khloe to Toni Braxton‘s Kim, Tamar Braxton, has left The Chew. No. The View. No. That one with Julie Chen. No. The Real! The Real! She has left The Real. Jesus. How many of these kinds of shows are there? Variety tells us that The Real will be Muppet-less next season and both sides decided that it’s best they break up with each other. A rep for the show released this statement:
‘The Real’ and Tamar Braxton have mutually decided that Tamar will not be continuing with the show for its upcoming third season. She will be leaving in order to concentrate on her solo career. Everyone associated with ‘The Real’ appreciates Tamar’s efforts and the contributions she has made to the show’s success, and we wish her all the best for the future.
But! There’s more! Of course this shit isn’t so cut and dry. Continue reading
Former 3LWer turned Cheetah Girl turned Kardashian fucker turned fired X-Factor “reporter” Adrienne Bailon is one of the screeching hyenas on The Real and during an episode the other day, she called out Brit Brit for having the conversation skills of a wet pork rind. THIS IS BRAND NEW INFORMATION. You’d think that Brit Brit would be all into one of Chester Cheetah’s former hos, but she wasn’t. During a conversation about child stars who turned into messes, Adrienne brought up Brit Brit and says that she can’t talk on her own and all of her lines were fed into an earpiece.
“I worked with her on X-Factor. Not gonna to lie to you guys, like, I would sit to do my interviews with Demi, I did the behind-the-scenes stuff – she can’t hold a conversation! Like they had someone feed her what she’s supposed to say. She can’t hold a conversation.”
Yes, Adrienne admitted the obvious, but I’d rather have a team of conservators pulling my puppet strings and be drugged all the way up than have a Kartrashian’s name tattooed on my ass. That bitch Adrienne had the mark of Lucifer inked into her nalgas. Not being able to say words to another human > having a Kartrashian’s name tattooed into your ass flesh. Most hos who make the tragic decision of boning a Kartrashian usually get that painful memory lasered off of their brain. They don’t mark the occasion with a semi-permanent souvenir. Dumb trick. I swear, Adrienne needs to firmly plant her ass on a seat in the back row and not because she called out Brit Brit, but because nobody wants to see the place where Rob Kartrashian’s name used to be.
Here’s the clip of Adrienne pulling at Brit Brit’s weave with a bonus dingle from Loni Love:
So according to Loni Love, Brit Brit’s head-shaving, umbrella-wielding mental meltdown was “karma” for “taking” KFed’s trashy ass from Shar Jackson? That is some punishment. That’s like getting the death penalty for picking up a discarded used douche bottle off of the street.
via Gossip Cop