Page Six is saying that Lindsay Lohan went to a party at Kristen Stewart's house (read: broke into Kristen Stewart's house through a guest bedroom window) and bonded with KStew all night (read: went through KStew's trash and stole a used tampon, burnt weed buds and a grease ball of hair, which she's going to sell on the down low to Twihards who need a fix).
Page Six's source says that LiLo and Kristen Stewart know each other through a mutual friend (read: their dealer) and so LiLo was invited to one of KStew's parties last week. The source said that RPattz was at the party too, but it was LiLo who got all of KStew's attention and the two messes "discussed their careers, creative ideas and how they deal with living under the focus of the media and the paparazzi.”
Yeah, that's not what they talked about. They both have the communication skills of an extra slow cave baby, so I doubt they even exchanged more than 5 words. They stared at each other, KStew drooled and LiLo grunted before one of them finally shouted, "Want to smoke some meth?!" Then they scissored until the carbon monoxide alarm went off. The end.
But seriously, LiLo needs to stop leaking stories to Page Six. Oh, LiLo, that wasn't Kristen Stewart's house. It was a dumpster behind the Seventh Veil strip club on Sunset Blvd. And that wasn't Kristen Stewart you were bonding with. It was a malnourished alley rat. I know, it's easy to get the two confused.
Here's KStew's best friend (in her head) getting on a flight to Brazil while wearing her latest mug shot ensemble.
Falkor Rimes could learn a thing or five hundred from the silicone dragon flower Jenna Jameson, because this is how a real, bona fide style icon wears vinyl.
While looking like the queen of the Meth Face Prom, Jenna Jameson posed until she split a seam at her birthday party at Crazy Horse III in Las Vegas last night. I'm trying to figure out what's the best part of this look:
a) Jenna's bipolar titties. Jenna's right titty must be on downers, because it looks sad and it obviously wants to be alone. Jenna's left titty must be on uppers, because it looks like it's on cloud 9 and the king of the world.
b) Jenna's catsuit, which makes her look like a slutty black and white cookie.
c) Jenna's exquisite, pristine and angelic white leather camel toe.
d) Jenna's algae green hair color, which hos spend hours upon hours in the pool to get.
e) All of the above!
The answer is obviously e!
And here's more of Jenna looking like a methed-out, sun-damaged garden lizard trapped in a pile of seaweed.
I've only been to confession a couple of times and not once did the priest end our session by saying, "Say ten Hail Marys and before you go in peace, would like to buy some meth?" I feel so cheated.
I've been waiting for the Global Catholic Network to get into scripted television and now here's the perfect plot for their first dramedy. Monsignor Kevin Wallin, former pastor at St. Augustine's Cathedral in Bridgeport, CT, was charged earlier this month for being part of a nationwide drug ring. The CTPost (via JMG) says that Msgr. Kevin was indicted on six charges and he could face a life sentence if convicted. St. Augustine's issued a statement saying that they are "shocked," but that they stand by him and are ready to help him through this difficult time. But the fuckery doesn't stop there. This isn't just your regular old-fashioned Catholic priest turned meth dealer story.
Msgr. Kevin resigned as pastor of St. Augustine's two years ago due to "health and personal problems." "Health and personal problems" is just Catholic priest talk for "getting caught with legal dick up your ass, " because the CTPost says that he was forced to resign after the church found out that he was fucking "odd-looking" cross dressers in the rectory while wearing women's clothes. (More like fucking in the rectumory.) Church officials also found sex toys in Msgr. Kevin's room. They suspended him and continued to pay him a stipend all the way up until he was arrested for selling meth.
After Msgr. Kevin left the church, he continued to sell meth and at his peak, he was making $9,000 a week. He used some of that money to open up a sex shop in North Haven called Land of Oz. Investigators believe that he used the store to launder the thousands of dollars he made in selling meth. Msgr. Kevin still kept in contact with officials from the Catholic church and he used to go see musicals with his mentor, former N.Y. Cardinal Edward Egan and parishioners
A rep for the Diocese said:
"We had no indication he had a drug problem and never had complaints regarding him and drugs. We approached him and he admitted he was struggling a bit and shortly after that he resigned (July 2011) and the bishop granted him a sabbatical.
The rep went on to say, "And at least he wasn't raping underage boys. That's a first!"
So to recap: Msgr. Kevin is a meth-addicted, drug-dealing former Catholic priest who hollered out show tunes while getting butt banged by a cross dresser in the rectory. Walter White seriously has nothing on this bitch! If priests told stories like this during mass, I'd be in church every single night. Hell, I'd be in church right now. These are the kind of stories I want to hear.
When the CTPost asked one of St. Augustine's parishioners for a quote, she said, "There is an evil invading our world and it has come to our church."
Well, somebody's jealous that Msgr. Kevin looks sexier than she does in a pink négligée.
"Why did I just burp up a Frapp bubble? Why am I pulling pink wig hairs out of my mouth? Why do I suddenly have layers of gas station grease on the bottom of my bare feet?" are questions you probably just asked yourself and the answer is: Because we're going back to 2007, y'all!
Former Cheeto puppet master, Sam Lutfi, is suing current Cheeto puppet masters, Brit Brit Spears' parents, for defamation (Side note: I make typos on a minutely basis and I didn't make a typo by typing "defecation" instead of "defamation." I disappoint myself.) and they're battling it out in court right now. During opening statements yesterday, TMZ says that Sam's lawyer, Joseph Schleimer, alleged that Brit Brit shaved her weave off during her 2007 meltdown, because she was high on that Walter White stuff and was afraid she'd lose custody of her Cheetolings if she was drug tested. Sam claims that KFed always threatened to throw a drug test at Brit Brit, so she tried to thwart his plans by shaving the meth off of her head. (You know, because that's the ONLY way they can find the meth in your system.)
Joseph Schleimer then went on to tell the jury that on the day Brit Brit was 5150'd, she went on a serious amphetamine binge. Brit Brit started her day by downing 8 Adderalls and she kept taking them until she eventually spiraled out of control and ended up on a stretcher. Sam tried to get Brit Brit psychiatric help just two days before her mind jumped out of her head, but she refused.
I don't know who to side with here. On one side, you've got Sam Lutfi who controlled a mentally-ill human ATM machine by shoving meds into her mouth. On the other side, you've got Team Daddy Spears, who are controlling a mentally-ill human ATM machine by shoving meds into her mouth. But Daddy Spears does make a mean pot of Velveeta grits, so I'll go with him.
Sam could be right about the meth thing since Brit Brit did have a case of serious meth weave, but then again, you too would look methed-out of your mind if your daily diet consisted only of Mountain Dew, gas station nachos, caffeinated whipped cream and pink slime (see: Honey Boo Boo Chile).
An Oklahoma Highway Patrol trooper telling the local news that "it was determined that there was an active meth lab in his pants" is the reason why the American flag is flying extra high today.
When Highway Patrol trooper Shiloh Hall pulled over an SUV for speeding, he asked the same question tanning salon employees ask after Jocelyn Wildenstein comes in to bake her skin: "What is that chemical smell?" When Trooper Shiloh realized that something in the SUV was meth, its passenger, David Williams, quit that bitch and ran away. Trooper Shiloh chased after David, caught the ho and quickly realized he had a meth lab stashed in his pants. File this under: WWWWD (What Would Walt White Do?).
Sometime during David's struggle with Trooper Shiloh, the meth lab franchise on his crotch exploded. Besides the fact that David's got meth mouth of the dick and has become the most eligible piece in the Lohan family, the meth bottle blast didn't cause any major injuries. David was arrested for manufacturing a control substance.
They should also charge David's dumb ass for being the worst meth maker ever. When Trooper Shiloh asked what that gross chemical smell was, David should've said that a can of Mountain Dew spilled in the car earlier or he should've said that all the Purell he drinks makes his farts smelly funny. Trooper Shiloh would've shrugged and move on. But no, David had to run off like a moron. What if Trooper Shiloh fired a shot at David? Bitch would've blown up. This is why whenever I need to transport a portable meth lab in a car, I just hide it up in my no-no. Not even the most dedicated and bravest cop will ask me for a cavity search and if it explodes up in there, I wouldn't even notice.
The California Mug Shot Museum of Beauty founds its new Mona Lisa over the weekend when Laurie from That '70s Show gave the camera some methed out tarsier realness. Lisa Robin Kelly claims that legendary mug shot shoot should have never happened, because it wasn't not funny and she wasn't not guilty of all charges! Lisa Robin Kelly was charged with spousal abuse, but she's telling TMZ that: a) She never whooped a trick and; b) The trick isn't even her husband or boyfriend. Lisa then reached into White Oprah's ass, swat away a few empty vodka bottles and pulled out the only excuse in there: I WAS SETUP!
Lisa says that the guy she allegedly beat is actually her roommate and he's the one who slapped her around. Lisa and her man roommate have been getting into it for a while now, and when she tried to move out over the weekend, he went after her. Lisa called the police, but her roommate fled the scene before they arrived. Lisa didn't want to waste her time pressing charges, so she dropped it. Lisa thought it was over until she found out that her roommate waltzed into a police station with cuts all over his face and claimed that she attacked him. Lisa went on to explain, "He must have scratched himself or done something to himself. I am clean and sober and I have made a lot of progress. I am completely innocent. I weigh 105 pounds. I could never hurt him. I just want to start working again."
Who to believe? Who to believe? The only evidence we have to go by is Lisa's Faces of Mordor mug shot. Lisa's right brow looks like it was in a tussle and lost, so that supports her story. But Lisa's eyes have that same glassy glare your friend gives you right before they're about to scratch your throat out for taking the last hit from the meth pipe, so that supports his story.
As they say, this story is developing....as is the lawsuit Lindsay Lohan is going to hit Lisa Robin Kelly with for stealing her trademarked excuse!
No, this isn't a picture of a zombie Ellen DeGeneres siphoning whatever youth is left from her latest victim. This is Nick Carter and his girlfriend Lauren Kitt awkwardly trying to make out with each other's cheeks at his 32nd birthday party at Vanity in Las Vegas last night. You're thinking what I'm thinking so let's just scream it together: THE FUCK HAPPENED TO THAT FACE??? (That question applies to both of them)
While Aaron Carter doesn't completely look like he just fell out of a Faces of Meth Magazine, Nick looks like he's been on the cover of Faces of Meth Magazine: AARP Edition. Should I call a priest who specializes in exorcisms? Should I call a damn doctor who specializes in leprosy of the face? Should I call somebody with hair clippers since I'm sure that 1970s Bieber pimp mop on Nick's head is sucking all the hot out of his face. Those extra wide pube chops he calls sideburns are making Nick look like a 65-year-old David Spade who time traveled back to the 1970s to work as a low level porn producer in Hungary. I just wanna stick an IV drip in his hair and then gently blow his eyelids down so he can get some sleep. Damn.
Somebody get the number to 911 and call it, because this shit is serious.
During the season premiere of Celebrity Rehab, Jeremy Jackson, Hobie from Baywatch turned meth head turned steroid needle fucker, had an insane conversation with resident technician Shelly that went like this:
Shelly: What about bottled water? Are you okay with bottled water?
Jeremy: I...um... You know, in a pinch.
Shelly: In a pinch? What do you mean? What's wrong with bottled water?
Jeremy: That plastic bleaches and causes cancer. And, uh, bisexuality it's been linked to directly
Shelly: Minerals in water....
Shelly: Causes bisexuality?
Jeremy: Yeah, it's been linked anyway.
Oh, Hobie, just because you did ass sex with a bottle of Poland Spring when you were high on meth that one time and it gave your peen the good leaks, doesn't mean you're half-gay. I SWEAR. This isn't a warning that guzzling bottled water will give you a hankering for peen and poon, but it is a warning that mixing meth with roids will feed the part of your brain that operates paranoia and dumbness. Hobie should also know that scientists have reason to believe that his third degree meth face causes asexuality. It's been linked anyway.
But just to be on the safe side, I'm going to send a case of bottled water to Prince Hot Ginge....
A couple of days ago, Sweetas brought us the news that Aaron Carter opened his mouth on the face that meth built about his time with Michael Jackson, and what he said made the glass on Detective La Toya's monocle fog up and crack. Daphne Barak from OK! Magazine Australia alleged that Aaron told her the late Michael Jackson fed him wine and cocaine when he was 15. But wait, Aaron tells TMZ that he never claimed that MJ sedated his 15-year-old body with the bad shit and dropped a red wine waterfall down his froat.
"Nothing was said that was reported."
The Ghost of Justin Bieber's future pointed to a YouTube video of the interview where he doesn't mention anything about MJ feeding him coke. But Daphne stands by her story and still claims that Aaron told her "that Michael Jackson gave him alcohol and cocaine while he was 15. He also said that Michael invited him to sleep in his room, and when Aaron woke up at 5:00 AM, he found Michael on his bed."
This is absolutely ridiculous, offensive and is making me do the moonwalk towards Daphne's face so I can slap the wrong out of her! MJ never gave Aaron coke or wine. Why would MJ ever do such a thing? That's not only illegal, but it goes against ever fiber of MJ's moral being. How dare Daphne throw those hurtful accusations around! We all know that MJ only served Jesus Juice and the White Dust of Christ to minors. DUH!
You know shit is an extra kind of busted when the hottest piece in a picture is knee-length denim skirt, suede boots and a facial expression that says: "I am so not fucked up enough to deal with this mess in front of me." It's okay if Lindsay Lohan insists on looking like a 50-something worn out lot lizard circa 1981 who trades handjobs for Camel Cash and knows which gas station bathrooms in a 10-mile radius still have working locks on their doors, but why is she styling
Steven Tyler 17-year-old Ali Lohan the same way? I know they're at Coachella, but it's really not right that Ali thinks she has the stuff to work a pair of Mexican abuelo moccasins. Not today. Not ever.
Furtherwhore, LiLo really needs to turn that camera around and get an up-close picture of the top of her head which looks like it was just the scene of a battle between peroxide, weave glue and meth lab sparks. I didn't know "meth part" actually existed until now. When LiLo goes to court on Friday to possibly plead GUILTY (she won't), the judge better throw the book at her. The book being "The Weavemaster's Bible," of course.