Sorry, Brit

It’s a shitty way to start the day when I have to wake up and say sowwwwyyy to Britney Spears and all of you that I misled yesterday before I’ve even had my first cup of Bailey’s sprinkled with coffee. The Smoking Gun said the story of Britney hopping on BIL peen and wallet jacking is FULL OF LIES. Sad face. I was so hoping to get a head shaving and a bloody crotch shot or at least an impromptu skinny dip off Pacific Coast Highway on her latest run. In my defense, it was on Radar so I just knew it had to be some actual factual stuff. Okay, that defense sucked so I don’t think I’ll be signing up for law school anytime soon.

So apparently some sick fuck named Jonathan Lee Riches, who was has been on federal probation since April for conspiracy and wire fraud, not only filed the fake complaint against BritBrit but is also at the bottom of the “Justin Beiber stoled my credit card to get a penis” and various other phony lawsuits against celebrities. I might still laugh and tip my hat to his Punk’d game, but this piece of trash drove to CT and pretended to be the uncle of the Sandy Hook shooter at one of the funerals to get his face splashed all over the news and there is nothing funny about that shit. At least he’s back in cuffs and you know some of his old inmates that he conned are sharpening their shanks at the news.

Although he is a lying liarface who tells lies, I’m pretty sure that the part in his Britney filing about his small penis is 100% FACT.

“Remember When You Almost Killed My Ass In That Lamborghini? Ahahahahaha…”

RiRi was in Barbados a couple of days ago, but I guess that wasn’t getting her enough attention, so she flew to L.A. to be a dumb whore with fellow dumb whore Chris Brown at the Lakers vs. Knicks game at the Staples Center. These STUNT QUEEN ass bitches… My thoughts and prayers are with the poor whores who waited a million hours at the concession stand to buy a foot long hot dog, were all excited about swallowing it and then lost their appetite when they sat down and watched RiRi slobber all over Fist Brown’s foot long. RiRi and Chris Brown ruined a whole lot of Christmases last night.

Chronic dickmatization is a real thing when RiRi is still getting horny over a nasty motherfucker who looks like a zombi Sisquo. Chris Brown’s  outside now matches his inside: dead as shit. Douchebag looks like he should be hooked up to an IV drip full of Ensure. As my favorite philosopher Khia would say, “He looks like he got dat thunda lightning.“

And RiRi just had to act all EXTRA for the cameras. Why couldn’t a basketball go rogue and hit Fist Brown in the face? Fuck you, basketball for not doing that.

Meryl Streep, Helen Mirren And Judi Dench Can Have A Seat Now That Kim Kardashian Is Here To Take Their Roles

Kim Kardashian’s film career has really come full circle. Kim started out in the world of cinema by playing a half-dead seal who gets clubbed by Ray-J’s boomerang dick and now she’s starring opposite Ray-J’s sister in a movie where she plays a wooden mannequin who was brought to life (I’m being generous with “brought to life“) when the Blue Fairy pissed on her. This is the trailer for Tyler Perry’s Temptation: Confessions of a Marriage Counselor and it’s about a marriage counselor (duh) who confesses (duh) about having an affair with a rich and possibly evil man, because her boring husband puts her pussy to sleep.

The cast list reads like a game of One Of These Things Is Not Like The Other. It stars Denise from Full House, Vanessa Williams (doing some kind of Caribbean accent), Lance Gross, Brandy, Robbie Jones and Kim Kardashian.

Kim must’ve went to the same acting academy as Bristol Palin, because they both have the emotional range of a warped wooden butt plug. I’ve had interactions with Siri that were more human and natural than the interaction Kim has with Denise from Full House in that trailer. On a positive note, at least we know that Kim can sort of read since she obviously read those lines off of cue cards. And by “cue cards,” I mean penises. They wrote her lines on penises.

And here’s Kim walking around today.

The Photoshop Awards: The 2012 Kardashian Khristmas Kard

Because Khloe Kardashian was busy hunting the woods for wart hogs to sacrifice to her kreator and Scott Disick was busy douching out his b-hole with Drakkar Noir, they both had to be Photoshopped into the Kardashian’s annual assault on the holidays. Nothing says “family togetherness” like being Photoshopped into your family Christmas card. Last year’s theme was “A Bunch of Plastic Tits,” the year before’s theme was “Konstipated Ghouls” and this year’s theme must be “Tampon Ads in Hell” or “Devils in White.”

When you go to the afterworld and step out of the elevator, not knowing if it went up or down, and see this image before, don’t be fooled by all the happiness and white. If you look closely, you’ll see their dead souls and dead eyes. You’re not in heaven, you’re in the bottom bowels of Hell. You were tricked! I really don’t know what’s more hilarious, Kim’s Predator hair, Scott’s amateur Barbizon pose or Bruce Jenner looking like a late-in-life lesbian at a beachside commitment ceremony (read: Bruce has never looked hotter). Kanye Kardashian isn’t there, but it was nice of the family to pay homage to him by dressing up like maxi-pads and tampons.

And poor Mercy (RIP), even all the Photoshop in the world couldn’t wipe away her permanent miseryface:

But kudos to the photographer for making the entire family look happy by screaming out, “SAY MONAY!”

The Douchiest Proposal Ever

Kat Von D and Deadmau5 started rubbing their tattooed genitals together last September and they stopped for a minute in November after she subtly accused him of passing his mau5 dick to another whore, but true love always prevails! Mau5 just couldn’t get enough of licking Jesse James’ dried jizz off of Kat Von D’s stomach, because they got back together and now they’re engaged to be married. Like two 15-year-olds who met on MySpace and live thousands of miles apart, Deadmau5 asked Kat Von D to be his future ex-wife on Twitter and tweeted a picture of the ring he’s going to get her:

After Kat Von D printed that picture out and wrapped it around her finger, she typed these words:

And then DeadMau5 kept this public display of pure class going….

I really can’t wait for them to get married on Skype, spend their honeymoon by posting stock pictures of tropical places on Instagram and give birth to a Tumblr before getting divorced on Facebook. A true modern day romance. Yes, Kat Von D just got engaged (for like the ten millionth time) to a DJ who regularly wears a mouse head and proposed to her ass on Twitter, but he’s still a major upgrade from Jesse James. So there’s that.

via UsWeekly 

Well, This Looks Komfortable

It’s a good thing that Pimp Mama Kris removed all of Kim Kardashian’s internal organs and gave them to Lucifer as a sacrifice years ago, because that’s the only way she was able to squeeze into this size 0 leather skirt and toddler shirt. Looks like ten pounds of skank in a five pound leather sack that was sloppily packed by Kanye. Bitch is serving up several servings of soufflé.

Kim must think breathing is overrated or she learned how to breathe out of her asshole, which is entirely possible. And will somebody tell Kourtney Kardashian that this isn’t Designing Women and she ain’t Suzanne Sugarbaker, so she needs to take that outfit off. Bitch already looks like a fool, but wearing Suzanne Sugarbaker’s favorite church suit is making her look like an even bigger fool.

I swear, these two need to stop trying to make the fupa curtain happen. And Kim needs to leave the leather skirt-wearing to Kanye.