On Monday, Ty Ty announced that she was hanging up her talk show wig next year after 5 seasons. Well, some of her employees claimed that they learned that they might have to sell ass on the stroll next year through their Google RSS feeds. Apparently, they heard the news with the rest of us. And now they are pissed, so they’re running off to Gatecrasher to barf about how working for Tyranasaurus Rex was as pleasant as a motorboat from Pinhead. The Devil Wears The Raquel Welch Wig Collection!

Here’s what some of her current and past employees had to say:

“There had been high turnover of employees for years. It was pretty difficult to work for Tyra. She and the higher-ups on the production staff could be extremely brutal. She really is a diva.” – One scorned bitch

“Everything had to be done Tyra’s way.” – A former employee who prefers to remain nameless for fear that she will never ever be able to buy a wig in this town again!

“Honestly, I don’t know how it would be to work under her. But for me, it was a good experience. Tyra just knows how she likes things done. And as for her ‘diva-ness,’ well, it sells.“- Tyra….I mean..some source.

“When the show moved from L.A. to New York, several staffers weren’t even directly told about the change – they heard through the grapevine that it was going to move locations. Even so, a lot of those people gave up their lives on the West Coast so they could continue working for the show. Now they’re out of luck.” – Another source

Tyra’s not a diva bitch! She’s a survivor! Anyone who watches her show knows this. I mean, she always knows what her guests are going through, because she has had a similar experience when it comes to everything from feline AIDS to a botched colonic to the consumption. Ty Ty has been there too!

And as Ivana Trump would say, don’t get mad, get everything! Seriously, on the last day of work all her scorned employees should show up with empty cardboard boxes and a few strong cousins. Clean that storage closet out!

Remember that one scene in Alien…. (site NSFW) – Drunken Stepfather

Lily Allen is one step closer to achieving her goal of making sure every one of us has seen her titties at least once – Egotastic!

Tamara Mellon either needs a smaller bikini bottom or bigger ass cheeks – Hollywood Tuna

But can Zachary Quinto get both of his feet behind his head? – Just Jared

JLo posing for her life at a football game – Lainey Gossip

So now we know why Bradley Cooper agreed to do Valentine’s Day – Towleroad

Larry King is the Tiger Woods of the zombie world – Celebitchy

Hot piece Johnathon Schaech is engaged – I’m Not Obsessed

Leonardo DiCaprio needs a miracle suit – Popsugar

This is what happened to Pete Wentz when Bronx Mowgli was finally old enough to understand his name is Bronx Mowgli – Socialite Life

Another picture of Kendra’s 10-second-old baby. Expect 10,000 more of these before the year is up – ICYDK

I really don’t want to know what “Hoff-ee” is – Hollywood Rag

A Glee flash mob – SOW

RiRi wearing two of Noah Cyrus’ favorite skirts as a bikini – Holy Moly!

Is that Detective Julie Bower in the bottom right picture?! – Cityrag

(Image via Pacific Coast News)

Colin Farrell’s brother Eamon married Steven Mannion in Canada recently, and last night they threw a wedding reception in Dublin so that all their Irish relatives could celebrate their wedded bliss. Colin brought his son James along, because every one of us should go to as many gay weddings as possible. The Andre at gay weddings not only tickles your nose, but it tickles your nipples and no-no too. At the same time! And you really haven’t lived an Abba song until you’ve danced to one under a disco ball at a gay wedding. These are facts!

Here’s more from Eamon and Steven’s wedding reception last night. You know, Eamon looks like something you’d get when rubbing a Glamberace and a Rosie O’Donnell together. And Steven kind of looks like Carson Kressley on testosterone.

To promote some contest on his website, Tony Parker put on one of Marv Albert’s old wigs to shoot a spoof of Grease’s “Summer Nights” with his wife Eva Longwhoria. This right here is really going to make John Travolta stay in the safety of closet and lock the door from the inside.

The only good part in this mess is at the 1:15 mark when the Spurs mascot falls off the bleachers and rolls out of view. Everyone else in this shit should’ve taken his lead and stopped, dropped and rolled out of sight!

Don’t even get me started on the ostrich they used to play Rizzo. Were all the drag queens in San Antonio otherwise engaged?!

These pictures of Xtina at Petco on Thursday kind of reminds me of when one of my cousins shows up to a family party wearing stained sweats, a torn Garfield t-shirt and a face full of enough make-up to keep all the queens on RuPaul’s Drag Race covered for the whole season. Seriously, bitch spends 5 seconds picking out what to wear from a pile of her period clothes in the closet, but spends hours upon hours getting a free make-up makeover at MAC. I love that shit.

I know Xtina isn’t exactly wearing rags, but she still spent way more time making her face look like that of a child beauty pageant contestant. Xtina knows it’s all about the FACE! FACE! I GIVE FACE! BEAUTY! FACE!

And it just me or does Baby Max kind of look like Thom Yorke after downing the bottle labeled “DRINK ME.”

Kris Kringle from Santa Claus Is Comin’ To Town!

This is an easy one. In case you couldn’t tell by the sight of your mom passed out on the couch from drinking 6 Mimosas, it happens to be Christmas today. So what better Hot Slut is there than the one and only Kris Kringle? First of all, he’s a ginge. Nothing makes me HO HO HO in the heart like a Christmas ginge. Second of all, he becomes Santy Claus. And Santy is my favorite person of the day, because his fat ass brought me a Fry Daddy this morning. So I’ll be having deep fried butter for Christmas dinner tonight. Actually, I’ll do it healthy-style by using I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter instead.

Lastly, Kris Kringle sings “If You Sit on my Lap Today.” Now, this song is inappropriate for children, but you can sing it to your fuck time partner tonight when you do your annual holiday striptease for them. It’s a nice change from “Santa Baby.”