Category: This DOESN’T Belong In A Museum

Sorry, Drake, Canada Has A New Reigning King Of Rap!

March 24, 2016 / Posted by:

This trans-hating disaster really, really cares about gender labels and I really don’t, which is why I’m perfectly okay with calling her the King, Queen, Prince, Princess, Duke, Duchess, Court Jester and Serf of the Canadian rap game! All hail!

As North Carolina state Legislature said “fuck you” to a bunch of ordinances that protected the LGBT community from discrimination, this attack on trans people and many of my senses made the rounds yesterday. A few of you farted this into my inbox with an e-mail subject that read: “transphobic Canadian rap.” Before watching it, I figured that Michelle Duggar moved to Canada to become a rapper. But this isn’t Michelle Duggar. This is Michelle Duggar’s Canadian third cousin who is protesting against trans-inclusive bathroom legislation in Alberta by releasing a rap song that has made my ears want to protest against me for pressing play on this shit.

In the “song” called “Gender Bender,” this Christian mom, who goes by the rap name MH Weibe, lets her province know that they need to THINK OF THE CHILDREN. Okay, but was MH Weibe thinking of the children when she warbled out a “rap song” that’ll cause pain to their poor little eardrums and also cause them to develop premature wrinkles from all the cringing they’ll do while watching her video? MH Weibe also burps up something about the animal kingdom, but the most offensive part of her song is the fact that she has the flow of a broken rest stop bathroom faucet.

With that said, I’m sure that MH Weibe and MC Mama Grizzly are going to team for a worldwide arena tour (read: they’ll book a couple of church basements in Alberta and perform in Sarah Palin’s living room). Watch it and weep:

You know, if she really wants trans people to stay out of public bathrooms altogether, she should just get every public bathroom to play her rap song. Sure, it’d also keep out ALL humans as well as rats and roaches, but she’d still be able to say that she accomplished her mission.

via Paper Magazine 

Brooke Hogan Wrote A Poem About How The Hulkster Totally Isn’t Racist

July 25, 2015 / Posted by:

Brooke Hogan, one of the many nuggets floating around in the metaphorical toilet that is Hulk Hogan’s sex tape transcript (working title: “The Hulkster is About To Make You Feel Real Uncomfortable, Bruthur“), is apparently super sad that people think her daddy is racist. I know, right? Whatever would give us that idea? It’s not like there’s reportedly a recording of Hulk Hogan growling out the n-word over and over again. Oh wait…

Brooke wants you to look past The Hulkster’s word turds and into his (probably) deeply sun-damaged heart. Shortly after Hulk admitted that, yeah, he said some offensive shit and apologized for it, Brooke wrote a poem titled “If You Knew My Father” and posted it to Facebook. So for those of you who have ever scrolled through the Dlisted archives and wondered what former famous person Brooke Hogan has been up to, you have your answer. Poetry. She also made a picture collage of Hulk Hogan shaking hands with an assortment of people, because Brooke Hogan really wants you to know her dad loves everyone.

The poem is after the cut because it’s way too many words. But also because it’s a damn MESS and you’re going to want to slam a couple shots of something hard before you try to work your way through it.

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The Samsung Galaxy Commercial (Featuring The “Pretty Girls” Video) Is Here

May 13, 2015 / Posted by:

Since this week’s theme seems to beLet’s Take A Sloppy, Corn-Filled Soft Shit On Childhoods of the 80s,” here’s the Earth Girls Are Easy-inspired video for “Pretty Girls” starring Our Lady of Cheetos and the second hardest white girl rapper in the game (next to Sophia Grace, of course). Iggy Azalea co-directed this mess, so you already know how it’s going to go.

The song itself sounds like the fart “Fancy” pooted out after eating Gwen Stefani’sHarajuku Girls.” Brit Brit’s “Siri on helium” impersonation is spot-on and you can barely understand what Iggy is saying, which is probably a good thing. As for the video, I’ll take off my cunt cap (“That’s impossible. It’s permanently stitched into your skull.” – you) and start with the positives. Brit Brit in 80s drag is giving me “40-something Real Housewife of Orange County at an 80s costume party” and that IS the look. She’s also looking more alive than ever. In her videos, she usually looks as “into it” as John Travolta getting a massage from a woman. She even makes an OMGIMSOEXCITED face a few times. It’s as if the other director screamed, “Brit, act like papa just bought you a PUPPEH friend for Christmastimes!”

Now for the bad: EVERYTHING ELSE.

If you’re going to watch any part of this wreck, watch the Samsung Galaxy commercial masquerading as an acting scene at around the 2:05 mark. Iggy does an “alien as a Valley Girl” accent and it is a thing of wonder. It made my ear holes shit up question marks. Bitch’s accent sounds like what a sedated walrus would sound like if it tried to speak English.

I also like the end of the video when Brit Brit claps all excited-like while getting abducted by aliens. She was probably happy that she was being beamed out of that mess of a video.

And if you need a palate cleanser, here’s a scene from Earth Girls are Easy featuring the Pink Queen of Hollywood Angelyne. Iggy, take note. THIS is acting!

Night At The Museum: The Carter-Knowles Edition

October 12, 2014 / Posted by:

If you woke up feeling broke, bitter and hungover like me, the Carter-Knowles are here to rub salt in your wound and point out that you are an imperfect poor ass who could never shut the Louvre down for a day so that you could ask the Venus De Milo to hold your purse and snap a few phone pics of you and your lovely family and then laugh because it’s funny because she has no arms. If you woke up feeling Awesome McWinnerson on top of the world, the Carter-Knowles are here to knock your ass off that high horse and point out that you’re an imperfect broke ass fighting the Louvre crowd basic bitch. At least they don’t play favorites, right?

So here are pictures that Beyonce posted of her perfect family day on Wednesday with Jay Z and Blue Ivy. You may want to put on your RayBans and some SPF 500 before you click, lest you get third degree burns on your eyeballs and everywhere else from gazing upon the white hot perfection of Illuminati Delacroix, Mona Lisa likes to take two fingers, Watch And Learn Psyche and Amore, and Marilyn Monblue Ivy. It’s like staring directly at the sun or masturbating: too much and you’ll go blind (GOOD – you). You can browse the gallery below or you can go to beyonce.com to see MY LIFE flashing over all the photos. YES WE KNOW, and thanks alot for ruining my monitor when I wrote FUCK over the MY LIFE with a Sharpie.

You know the real reason they shut down the Louvre is so the plebes wouldn’t see the Night At The Museum scene when all the paintings and statues came to life to fantard all over and photobomb the Bay-Jays. You might think that the Carters were taking pictures of themselves with the world famous artwork, but it was actually the other way around. And now you know why the Mona Lisa’s tits are autographed…it’s not graffiti, Mona begged them to do it and now refuses to ever bathe again.

Pics: Beyonce

James Franco Who? Miley Cyrus Turned The Pineapple Cum Trick Into High Art

September 9, 2014 / Posted by:

The face of the art world is about to get covered with a load of sticky, pineapple-infused cum and surprisingly enough, it’s not going to come from James Franco’s mouth. Franco, Lady CaCa, Joaquin Phoenix, Shia LaBeouf and Jay-Z can all eject themselves out of the art world, because a new challenger has arrived. Moonshine’s answer to Jeff Koons made a collection of sculptures (read: bitch didn’t make shit on her own) using crap and junk she’s collected from fans and airport stores during her tour. Miley Cyrus is going to debut her sculptures at V Magazine’s office gallery in Manhattan tomorrow. One of Miley’s cracked out “sculptures” is a pineapple and she tells V (via Jezebel, or in this case we should call it Jizzebel) that she created it after being inspired by yummy cum.

“This one’s a vibrator, which I got from a fan. They threw it on stage. And that’s a joint [attached to it], so that’s the vibe. I’ve gotten more and more about piling things on, but I try to put thought into everything. Even though it’s so stupid, I did the pineapple because you know what they say about pineapple, right? Yummy cum? If you drink a lot of pineapple juice you’re going to have yummy cum. So that’s why I put it on the dick with a bunch of babies, and it says, “Fuck.” I try to think about everything so it has a story to me.”

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Miley + The Flaming Lips + Lots And Lots Of Drugs = This Wreck

July 8, 2014 / Posted by:

Here’s more proof that bad things happen when Miley Cyrus and Wayne Coyne from The Flaming Lips get together.

I thought that Wayne Coyne getting a janky prison tattoo of Miley Cyrus’ dead dog inked into his flesh was the worst decision involving Miley that he’s ever made, but he proved me wrong with this way-too-long acid nightmare of a movie that melted parts of my brain about 15 seconds in. This is Nancy Reagan’s new favorite movie and she wishes it would’ve come out in the 80s, because it’s the perfect anti-drugs PSA.

The video, which The Flaming Lips call “Blonde SuperFreak Steals the Magic Brain” and Guantanamo Bay officials call “our new favorite torture device,” starts out with a rejected John Waters character stealing JFK’s brain (which has the formula for LSD  in it) from a half-dead Miley. That first shot of a barely alive Miley drooling out foam is you while watching this video. Moby, who did himself like Pimp Mama Kris in her purest form, plays a cult leader who orders his minions, Lesbian Bigfoot and Nympho Manson Girl, to steal the glob of acid slime from Miley. Wayne described that mess like this to Rolling Stone:

“The video story is something like this: Moby is an evil, power-hungry cult leader. He wants the world’s most valuable (according to our story) psychedelic supernatural possession… John F. Kennedy’s brain….the brain contains the original formula for the drug LSD!!!

Miley Cyrus has the magic brain!!! And Moby enlists a nympho Manson girl-type blonde superfreak to go steel the brain from Cyrus.

She steals the brain from Cyrus while Cyrus is still in bed in a drug-induced coma. Cyrus finally wakes up and is mega-pissed that her BRAIN has been stolen. She enlists a burned-faced Santa and a lesbian Bigfoot ( that are hovering in a nearby spaceship) to hunt down the blond superfreak that stole her brain. They have a relentless pursuit, all the while Cyrus laments the loss of her magic brain and Moby gains powerful rainbows from hell. In the end, the blond superfreak kills Santa and Bigfoot and a baby mole ends up with the brain…”

The TL;DR version of Wayne Coyne’s description is: “I love drugs!”

This is something that a freshmen film major who thinks they’re the next David Lynch would make and edit while blindfolded and high on freon, because they really want to impress their professor James Franco.

If you really want to put your will to live to the test, watch the NSFWness below. If you make it past 10 seconds like I did, I’ll see you in the check-in area of Bellevue, because we obviously need serious help and shouldn’t be allowed to make decisions for ourselves.

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