Cheryl Cole

Who cares if the name "Elena Lenina" makes your mind go blank the same way White Oprah's does when she tries to think of the name of the youngest Lohan kid. The only thing you need to know about Russian TV personality type Elena Lenina is that she brought the glamour to the Cannes Film Festival premiere of Jimmy P., Psychotherapy of a Plains Indian when she sashayed onto the red carpet with a giant butt plug of hair on top her head. Elena looks like a Martian Girl from Xenu's home planet. If this is Elena's way of trying to become the next Mrs. Tommy Girl, it's totally going to work. The quickest way to Tommy's heart is through his butt.

I am jealous of the lucky ho who got to sit behind Elena Lenina during the movie. Staring at a blond butt plug is totally better than watching some movie. Backdoor Farrah just put out the welcome mat in front of her backdoor for Elena. Just bring your butt plug hair, Elena. Farrah's already got the lube.

And here's some others at tonight's premiere who obviously didn't get the memo that the theme of the night was "sex toy hair." In order after Elena: Jennifer Lawrence, Liam Hemsworth, Cheryl Cole, Jane Fonda, Eva Longoria, Bai Ling and the all-natural Queen of Cannes Chicken Cutlets.

Above is a video from The Queen's Diamond Jubilee concert of Gary Barlow and Cheryl Cole kicking, choking, stabbing, murdering, skinning and eating the face off of Lady Cerebellumorwhatever's "Need You Now." If a pile of shit could sing, it would sound like that video. If you're looking for the perfect way to say "I hate you" to your ears, just press play on that mess. Cheryl's vocal cords sound like they're hungover and sad. But in Cheryl's defense, she was talking to Prince Hot Ginge backstage.

The Daily Mail says that Cheryl and PHG got close and talked for a long time before exchanging numbers. If you were standing in front of PHG, your vocal cords would start tingling, your tonsils would swell up (because the tonsils are the clit of the mouth...why did I type that?) and you'd have to use all your strength on keeping your jaw shut since it naturally wants to open when in front of his royal ginger hotness. So this time, Cheryl has a valid excuse for sounding like a deaf, drunk walrus doing bad karaoke.

And more importantly, why in the Hell are they singing that song for The Queen? I bet when 1:15 rolled around the next morning, The Queen was really disappointed that neither Gary Barlow nor Cheryl Cole drunk dialed her ass.

Cheryl Cole was in, then she was out, then she was in and now she's officially out of X-Factor USA. All this talk of Cheryl Cole being in and out is forcing images of her licking animal sauce on a Double Double into my head and I do not appreciate it. But thankfully, our national predicament that you gave zero fucks about is over!!!!

Fox released a statement to TVLine today confirming that Cheryl Cole's American dreams have been crushed by Simon Cowell's titty and the swap meet Apollonia is taking her place at the judge's table.

“Nicole Scherzinger will be replacing Cheryl Cole on the judging panel of The X Factor. Nicole will join Simon Cowell, L.A. Reid and Paula Abdul on their search across America to find the next global superstar or group to win the life-changing $5 million dollar recording deal. Nicole has previously joined Simon Cowell as a guest judge on The X Factor for the UK version of the show in 2010. Steve Jones will act as sole host of The X Factor.”

Now that the fate of Cheryl Cole has been sealed for good, we can go back to focusing on more important news stories that are relevant to all of our interests. Like the mystery of twin babies sneezing at the same time:

That little wink isn't from Simon Cowell fucking the feeling out of his nerves with a Botox needle again. It also isn't from Simon's eye closing shop because it can't deal with Paula Abdul's extra thick Vicodin breath eating away at its retina. That little wink is Simon patting himself on the taint, because he's about to pull a major stunt queen move that will have hos talking about his show months before that shit even airs.

A little over a week ago, Cheryl Cole was dropped as a judge from the US version of X-Factor and replaced by that Nicole Scherzinger ho from the Pussycat Dolls. Well, a few scandalous headlines later and it looks like Cheryl Cole is back! It's a miracle! It's like the second coming of WHO GIVES A FUCK.

The News of the World was the first to break this shit, but TMZ has more details. They say that Cheryl's return is all about money. The producers wanted to put Cheryl back on the X-Factor in the UK, but the deal didn't happen because she asked for £2.5 million. Cheryl's contract with the US X-Factor states that she gets her $1.5 million fee whether or not she's on the show. So the producers figured that it is cheaper to keep Cheryl than fire her ass. Cheryl hasn't decided if she's going to come back (she will). If she does, Nicole goes back to being a host.

Oh, the ideas that burp out of Simon's brain when Ryan Seacrest is giving his nipples a finger massage during their weekly bromance sauna session. If Simon makes us think that Cheryl was fired over her accent and then brought back only because of money, we'll all feel sorry for her and fall in love with her like she's a mumbling puppy dog with a bark nobody understands.

First Blake Lively lies to us and now Simon Cowell is manipulating us?! What to believe anymore?! I'm sure you'd shed a tear over this betrayal if your Give A Shit Meter wasn't stuck on zero.

Cheryl Cole has been dropped into a plane and sent back to England after sitting at the judge's table on X-Factor for only a couple of weeks. Cheryl, WHO IS THE BIGGEST STAR IN ENGLAND (not at all), is now crying in that Geordie accent of hers, because she has been pink-slipped by Simon Cowell and replaced with Nicole Scherzinger of the Pussycat Dolls. There's a lot of things that hurt in life like getting your peen lips stuck in a zipper or accidentally chewing on aluminum foil, but I'm guessing that nothing hurts like a Pussycat Doll replacing you.

TMZ has no idea why Chery Cole left or was fired, but their sources say it happened very recently. Cheryl sat next to Simon, L.A. Reid and Paula Abdul on the judge's panel during the L.A. and Chicago auditions. Nicole Scherzinger was a co-host, but now she's been upgraded to judge.

It's pretty obvious what happened here. Even after dozens of warnings, Chery Cole mistakenly took a sip from Paula Abdul's plastic Pepsi cup. Before they knew it, Cheryl was making love to the swivel chairs, slobbering all over the contestants and spilling her feelings out to a plastic ficus tree in the corner. They had to ship her off to a health department clinic that specializes in Abdulification.

UPDATE: TMZ says that Cheryl's Geordie accent is what got her fired. Producers are afraid that us Americans might twitch our ears when listening to Cheryl speak. They also say that Cheryl and Paula Abdul didn't really fit together. Simon wants to put Cheryl back in the UK version of X-Factor, but she may tell him to fuck off because she's not happy about being put on the curb.

The titty semen that dripped out of Simon Cowell's succulent nipples after reuniting with his soulmate Paula Abdul weren't the only drops of liquid that were shed at the X-Factor auditions in L.A. yesterday. Yesterday was the first day Simon Cowell, L.A. Reid, Cheryl Cole and Paula Abdul sat at the judge's table together. And apparently, a new dream crushing asshole monster was born and made Simon Cowell seem every shade of nice by comparison. The Hollywood Reporter says that every letter the post office gets that's addressed to "The Devil" will now be forwarded to L.A. Reid.

L.A. didn't waste any time in showing his cunt colors and he had a little help from the audience. You see, contestants have to audition in front of an audience who have been told to BOO a bitch when necessary. Yup, the #itgetsbetter project will now switch its focus to helping bullied and rejected X-Factor contestants.

A source says that the second auditioner of the day was a 52-year-old woman who started to sing "Wind Beneath My Wings" before Paula told her to do something different. Simon told her to sing "Hero" but the woman went with some Martina McBride song instead. And that's when the cunts started to bite. From The Hollywood Reporter:

The audience, who had been encouraged by Cowell before auditions started to express their opinions about the auditioners, started booing and yelling "next!"

She then said she would sing "Hero" but instead switched back to "Independence Day."

"I'd finish one," Abdul told her. "You've got 10 seconds, pick the song you want."

The audience started counting back from 10 and then booed throughout her entire performance.

The aspiring singer prompted harsh criticism, especially from Reid.

"When was the last time you performed? Eighteen years ago?" Reid asked. "Whatever made you stop then, you should've stuck with that decision."

That was arguably harsher than Cowell's take: "It's very brave, and I don't mean this disrespectfully, but you're someone who should be singing at home."

So if you ever want your soul crushed in 5-seconds or less and all the spots at the local junior high school talent show are filled, just audition for X-Factor!

But for real, one of the reasons why I hardly watch American Idol anymore is because they are too nice. It's unnatural. Even their criticisms are wrapped in fluffy pink cream. If a reality show judge can't tell you that you fucking suck, who can (answer: an abuelita)?! That is why L.A. Reid sounds like a breath of fresh bitch air. Besides, I doubt the woman heard L.A. Reid's comment since she was too busy fearing that the crazed Day-Glo lion staring at her would leap from the judge's table and attack her ass.

On Thursday, Josh Duhamel was kicked off of a plane and put in time out without his toys after he threw a tantrum and refused to turn off his stupid ass BlackBerry. Josh wasted everyone's time by holding up a flight to Kentucky for nearly 90 minutes. Yes, 90 minutes! You know what those passengers could've done with those 90 minutes instead of sitting on the tarmac waiting for flight attendants to pop an annoying bag of hemorrhoids and pry him off the plane? They could've tap danced in an airport bathroom for some pre-flight peen. They could've read every tabloid cover-to-cover in a Hudson News. They could've swallowed a few Airborne and vodka shots in the terminal bar. But no, they had to wait a douchefart's pouty party of one to be over.

Josh's rep later burped out a "He's sowwy" statement. And at the TREVOR Live Benefit in Los Angeles last night, Josh told Access Hollywood (via People) that he's learned his lesson and will turn off his BlackBerry from now on. Josh had this to say, "I've learned that it's best to always turn them off. It was not my favorite moment. I'm good. Lesson learned."

So, Josh has barely learned that sometimes it's best to listen to adults with authority who have name tags on their uniforms (name tags are important)? Gold star for him! I wonder what new and exciting lessons Josh will learn next! Maybe he'll finally learn that wiping his own ass prevents skid marks on his Underoos. Seriously, Fergie is totally over scrubbing the nasty butt rainbows out of Josh's chonies after scrubbing the piss stains out of hers. Learn this, Josh!

Here's a few pictures of Josh at the Trevor Live last night along with some pictures of Fergie looking like a real mess in London over the weekend. If The Geefle tried to swallow Janice...