The fifth Indiana Jones movie that will supposedly be Harrison Ford’s last now has a trailer, a poster, and a title. Out of all the titles they could come up with, they decided on Indiana Jones and the Dial of Destiny. Based on that title, I’m guessing that in this one, Indy comes face-to-face with a touch-tone dialing phone for the first time and can’t figure out how to work that shit. But I’d like Dial of Destiny a lot more if it was a 1970s call-in dating show hosted by Gene Rayburn – Pajiba
Oh, I see that those allegedly shameless cheating hos of Good Morning America, Amy Robach and T.J. Holmes, would like you to think that they’re not shameless cheating hos. Because “sources” claim that they actually started bumping down-low parts after splitting from their spouses, thankyouverymuch – TMZ
Jennifer Hudson and Common might be a thing. A romantic thing. According to The Daily Mail, the pair were papped together on Sunday, when Common picked J.Hud up after filming her talk show in Burbank. They were seen getting into his car together and driving away. Now, there’s no guarantee these two were headed to a wedding chapel or a sex bed, because, apparently, they’ve been friends for years (see: the header pic from waaay back in 2014). But I’m gonna guess they are seeing each other, cuz if there’s one thing Common loves, it’s a famous girlfriend (Erykah Badu, Taraji P. Henson, Serena Williams, Angela Rye, and Tiffany Haddish).
And now for something completely disgusting. Lindsay Lohan stars in two new Christmas-themed ads for Pepsi. So far, not gross. I, for one, welcome the Lohanaissance. No, what’s absolutely fucking repulsive is what happens in these commercials. Both Santa Claus and Lilo mix Pepsi with milk and try to convince us it’s delicious! They’re calling it “Pilk”, and, in each commercial, Lindsay utters this perverted line: “That is one dirty soda!” I’ve never been more offended in my entire life.
Think Big Candy hasn’t gone too far? Think again. Let’s pretend for a minute that Christmas candy is a thing. Like, make-believe that Halloween candy and Christmas cookies don’t exist and the only seasonally dictated sweet treats that everyone agrees are essential mainstays and are talked about with eager anticipation is what The Takeout calls “Christmas candy.” Now name one. Yes! Candy canes are Christmas candy— good job, you! Now name ten. Not so easy now, is it? What if I asked you not only to name ten different kinds of Christmas candies but to be aware of enough unique Christmas candies to come up with a list of ten of America’s Most Hated. That’s what the indentured elfin workers at candy wholesaler CandyStore.com were forced to do in order to meet their first quarter quota. But at what cost? Countless elf families will be feeling the pinch this holiday just so you, the consumer, can be fooled into thinking that red, green, and white candy corn is a reviled Christmas tradition (#2 Most Hated) called “reindeer corn.”
Prince William And Princess Kate Sat Courtside At A Boston Celtics Game Last Night, And They Were Booed
Prince William and Princess Kate’s Caribbean tour earlier this year went over about as well as a Black woman who isn’t a first-generation African immigrant existing in Lady Hussey’s presence–which is not well at all–so as we know, they decided to take a working trip to somewhere known to be FAR more friendly and welcoming: Boston. Kate and William are in the city to attend the Earthshot Prize Awards and decided to go on a field trip to a Boston Celtics game where they sat courtside; because where else can you see Bostonians at their very dignified best than at one of their professional teams’ sporting events? But some Bostonians weren’t amused and welcomed the royals with boos and chants of “USA!”
Not having much of a personal investment in the outcome of Kanye West (sorry but mononyms like “Ye” must be earned, not taken) and Kim Kardashian’s divorce, I was surprised to find myself getting a little misty-eyed thinking about the potential fate of their haunted mausoleum which has provided me with many years of much-needed catharsis and amusement. Yet it seems Kim’s friend Foodgod (mononym earned) isn’t the only deity working in/for her favor. Even now that Kanye has been kicked to the curb, Hephaestus, the Greek God of design and creativity, continues to shine his favor on Kim and all she touches and sits her ass on in that barren wasteland she calls a home.