RPattz, whose scalp makes a cameo as the enchanted forest in Snow White & The Huntsman, was too busy doing more important things (like deep conditioning his taint hair or whatever) to show up to last night's MTV Movie Awards, so Kristen Stewart had to accept their award for Best Kiss by herself. KStew tried to make a joke out it by begging Charlize Theron, Thor, Taylor Lautner or ANYBODY to get up there and put their lips on hers. Charlize couldn't do it, because she was backstage putting her lips on a bong she made out of one of those popcorn trophies. Taylor Lautner couldn't do it, because he's not one to put his mouth on lady lips for free. So KStew asked herself, WWJAD (What would Jennifer Aniston do?) and the answer was: make out with herself!
You know, what KStew lacks in acting skills, she makes up for in awkwardness. She is beyond awkward. This one time when I was 8 or 9, I walked in on my one-legged stepmother changing her tampon over the toilet in my dad's guest bathroom. Afterward, she sat down next to me at the breakfast table (No, we weren't having tomato omelets, thank God!) and we ate in silence. If I could take the awkwardness I felt in that moment and mold it into a human person, that human person would be a lot like Kristen Stewart. Just awkwardness running through her veins...
Anyway, here's a few pictures from last night. In order: Jennifer Aniston, Jodie Foster (throwing either a "Where's a strap-on when you really need one?" or "This bitch better not ask me to make out with her!" side-eye), Johnny Depp, Ciara, Christina Ricci, Charlize, Wiz Khaliafaawhatever with Amber Rose, KStew, Emma Stone, Jessica Biel, Chris Hemsworth, Ryan Seacrest with Julianne Hough, Brooke Hogan, Ick & Nast, Jean-Claude Van Damme with guest, Emma Watson, two Fraggle Rock refugees, Marky Mark, Andrew Garfield and Russell Brand.
Andre Leon Talley is the most influential person in the fashion world (as Tyra Banks tells us every single week on America's Next Top Model) and he really didn't disappoint at last night's MET Costume Gala last night when he floated onto the red carpet like the ethereal gay dream version of some University's mascot. You can tell that when his farts billow through that gown, they smell like blueberries dipped in melted grape chapstick. When ALT is done with that old gown, he can donate it to the entire graduating class (EVERY SCHOOL) of 2011! There's room in there for all of them.
The Vixen of Vogue wasn't the only trick who served scalding hot fuckery on a plate of fuckery last night. There were others who made it their night's goal to summon a wave of WTF faces from the photographers. They would not let ALT be the only one. No, they would not!
Wednesday Addams snatched this shit from the rack marked "Morticia's freakum dresses" in The Addams Family costume closet many years ago and she's been waiting for the day to wear it.
Kate Hudson's dress is pretty normal, but that crap on her head looks like a rhinestone sea urchin that crawled out of Andre Leon's Talley's glitter hole and found a new home on her hair.
Ashley Olsen brings us the news that Brenda Walsh's prom dress moved to Switzerland and got a morning job as a milk maid.
Christina Hendricks... Christina Hendricks... Christina Hendricks... I'm just going to focus on the beautiful pair of sunrise chichis and then move right along before I get rust poisoning.
A slew of ICANTS go to Fuggie Fug, Freida Pinto, Kristen Stewart, Marc Jacobs, Robert Duffy and Serena Williams (who thinks she's at a HoJo's Royal Wedding party).
Lastly, I can't say one mean thing about Basement Baby's look. Beyonce accidentally left a bag of Cost Plus impulse buys in front of the basement door and Solange made a DRESS out of them. Not a dress, but a DRESS! No comment on the make-up which makes her look like a constipated lady bug.
Even in my wildest trip I'd never thought I'd ever write that headline. EVER. I previously thought that the only way I'd ever type those words is if Courtney Love roofied my Easy Mac, strapped me to a chair and forced me to type that shit out with my tongue or else she'd read her Twitter rants out loud to me. But I have to give credit where credit is due.
For once, Courtney doesn't look like she was plucked out of a fishing net, dipped in used glitter lube and then dried off with the farts from a hippo's ass. Courtney actually looks clean! She even has a calm look on her face like a rabid gorilla who was just shot up with sedatives and is about to fall into a deep sleep. It suits her!
And will somebody please call that crazy bitch Courtney to tell her to wipe the saliva off my own keyboard, because it's bothering me and she won't listen.
Here's more of Court at the closing gala for Marina Abramovic's show at MOMA in NYC last night. Court was joined by: Bjork (don't question that gift wrap fuckery on her body), Liv Tyler, Michael Stipe with Patti Smith, Christina Ricci and Ciara.
Just a few months ago, Christina Ricci was engaged to a dude whose nipple was bigger than her. That relationship ended, because Christina was sick of climbing ladders to ride his peen and getting poked in the spine by his dick during sexy times wasn't comfortable.
So Christina is now bouncing around with a new piece who goes by the name of Curtis Buchanan. Curtis looks like he doesn't crush her finger bones into dust when holding her hand, so Christina no longer has crazy emergency room bills. IN THIS ECONOMY, some hos really can't afford to fuck with Jolly Green Giant dick. The recession is evil in all ways.
Tiny person Christina Ricci and enormous person Owen Benjamin are no longer getting married. Shits. That means no adorable picture of him picking her up by the arms to kiss her after they are pronounced giant and gnome.
Once source tells People that they broke off their engagement this past weekend, "Owen had a birthday party this past Sunday, and everything seemed fine. Sometime after, they got into a fight and decided to reevaluate things. [Then] the engagement was off." Another source said that their big little romance was over before then, "They talk almost every day. It was a very mature decision and they both felt good about it. They're definitely still friends."
Hum. I wonder what went wrong? I'm guessing Christina was sick of Owen poking out her organs whenever they did sexy times. She probably already lost one kidney when he hit it from the back and wasn't happy when he popped a hole in her stomach while she rode him.
Seriously, it would totally kill the love if your man was effing up your insides (and not in a good way). It just wasn't worth it. Now Christina is free to skip off and find a dude who doesn't almost suffocate her ass to death when they cuddle. I wonder if Verne Troyer is still single?
While going through pictures of Christina Ricci and her colossal fiance strolling through Los Angeles, my eyes started flickering and automatically gazed upon the luscious beauty behind them stealing the shot. Be still my heart! Christina Ricci is thinking she got this picture, but little does she know that the scene was stolen by a hot piece with an afro bigger than her whole body! Afro lady is taking us higher! Sorry, Ricci. You could never compete with glamour like that.
Anyway, here's the Jolly Green Giant and Little Green Sprout leaving Arc Light Cinemas yesterday foolishly thinking they are the stars of the minute. NOT.
The walking lollipop known as Christina Ricci is engaged to that giant beast of a man so says UsWeekly. Christina has been dating director Owen Benjamin for a few months. How many times do you think a waitress has asked him, "And what would your daughter like?" If he put her in a stroller and pushed her down the street, there wouldn't be a side-eye in sight!
Christina is 5'1" and he's fucking 6'6"! His ass can really pick her up and lick her ass like a real lolly! If he wants to hit it from the back, Christina has to get on all fours on a platform or some shit. They probably have swing sets, slings and ladders in their bedroom. Freaky ass bitches!
That wedding is going to be some good shit. Christina is going to have to stand on a stack of phonebooks and Owen will need megaphone so she can hear him when he says his vows. But I'm mad at her that during their first dance, she'll be able to give his peen a little tongue bath without any bitches noticing. That's a special thing!