Little Baby Kulture’s hopes and dreams of a college education are slipping down the drain faster than her momma Cardi B can rattle off a throaty “okurrr”. CNN reports that Cardi’s trademark application for the phrase has been denied which means anybody who was planning a Cardi themed bridal shower will have to make do with homemade “okurrr” paper goods and T-shirts. Or they can just buy one of the million iterations already for sale on Etsy if they’re ok with the knowledge that not a penny will be going towards Baby Kulture’s future.
Today is a sad day for justice, and I’m not talking about “Orange Justice” (that is a Fortnite joke for those of you who try to stay out of such matters). I’m talking about the American legal system once again FAILING one of it’s citizens in another crack in the clear and obvious fault in a system that seeks to continually destroy the oppressed. Today, Alfonso Ribeiro is the victim of this system, because the The U.S. Copyright Office have stamped “DENIED” on his request to copyright his totally original pillar stone of modern society, the “Carlton Dance.” Continue reading
Kevin Hart was born in Philadelphia, so naturally he’s a huge Eagles fan and was really happy to be at the Super Bowl with his team. But he drank a lot and got extremely messy.
If your b-hole is still recovering from the warm tingles it got after hearing about Leonardo DiCaprio refusing to share the same air with the Keeping Up With The Kardashians kamera krew at a party two weeks ago, then you better stop reading right now, because this story will make you feel like you sat on a dildo made of Extra Strength Icy Hot. Star says that while he was in Cannes last month, Leo decided to catch some hos at Gotha nightclub (don’t get excited; I checked, and, no, it’s not a Gothika-themed nightclub). As it so happened, the toilet-clogging used tampon of Canada Justin Bieber was also in the same club, most likely searching for someone to warm his bottle and read Goodnight Moon.
According to a source (hey Lukas Haas!) a shirtless Justin spotted Leo from across the room and had his bodyguard push through the crowd to get to where Leo was sitting with his harem of bony 20-year-old models in the VIP area. Justin’s bodyguard (the toughest 4th grader he knows) then asked Leo if he’d be interested in pulling up a highchair and letting Baby Bieber join him at his table. Of course, Leo would rather fuck an underwear model from the Sears catalogue than spend two seconds with Vanilla Ice Cream Cone, so he shook his head “OF COURSE NOT, BITCH” and shooed his bodyguard away. In case you didn’t glean that Leo has as much use for a Bieber as he does a Kardashian, the source says this:
“He thinks Justin’s a little twit. Leo doesn’t want or need photo ops with publicity-hungry, manufactured pop stars.”
As if. The real reason Leo didn’t want that swaggy tonsil stone around is because that greedy pussy-hoarder was afraid Justin would swoop in with his sessy dirt stache and snatch up one of his beloved Victoria’s Secret Angels, forcing Leo to sleep on a bed of 7 naked models instead of his regular 8 that evening. Even though they only weight about 90 lbs each, if one of his pretty panty hustlers is missing from the pile, he has to re-arrange them all and move the blonde one from the bottom and the other blonde one to the middle, and it’s impossible for him to get a good night’s sleep if he’s playing Pussy Tetris all night long.