But where are his tiny marble T-Rex arms? How can he play tiny marble bongos on a little marble beach without his tiny T-Rex arms? And why is it so white? Matthew McConaughey never lets his beautiful, leathery skin get half a shade lighter than Pantone 173-C (I believe it’s called Faded Football).
Good news today for those of you obsessed with seeing dudes shake their junk in oversized sweatpants (shamefully raises hand); Channing Tatum uploaded this picture of himself in a dumb hat staring at the dead eyes of David Wooderson to Instagram with the caption:
“What better way to start writing #MagicMike2 than with my old friend Dallas? #runatribe”
Well, I can think of a better way. If you’re writing a script about male strippers, you should be eyeball-deep in dongs; the only penis-like thing I can see in that room is whatever it is that’s sticking out of your hat, and that’s not good enough. I don’t want to watch a movie about wispy feather-peens. And maybe switch out that boring statue of the Texas T-Rex for a dancing Santa in a g-string. I’m not trying to be bossy; I just to make sure that Channing Tatum is going to follow through on the promise he made to The Hollywood Reporter back in June that Magic Mike 2 is going to burn Magic Mike 1 down and grind all over the ashes:
“It will be a road-trip movie, and it will essentially be the movie that everyone thought the first one was going to be: crazy and fun and less slice-of-life and less drama. The first one, we had to make not so cheesy and campy; this one we are going to swing for the fences.”
That’s too many words! He should have just saved himself some time and held up a picture of Joe Manganiello. “More of this. Lots more of this. 2 hours of this humping on stuff to 2 Chainz“.
(Pic: Channing Tatum)
Alexis Carrington And Shirley Partridge Are Fighting About Group Sex (UPDATE: Alexis Is Victorious!)
Before we get nipples deep into Alexis Carrington and Shirley Partridge’s foursome fluids, let’s take a moment to bow down to Shirley Jones’ style skills. Yes, she’s a goddamn whore mouth lie-teller (more on that in a second), but she knows how to put together a glamorous ensemble. Mixing a rhinestone necklace with a Land’s End fleece jacket is the look and more.
Shirley Jones is out there peddling her memoirs and she knows that the easiest way to get people to put their eyes on her book is to write about the adventures of Mrs. Partridge’s pussy. (Or is it, “the easiest way to get people’s eyes to fall out of their head“? I get the two confused.) Shirley’s book is filled with a few stories about the sex stuff she got into over the years and in one chapter she writes about how her vagine almost ran into Alexis Carrington’s precious jewel box. Shirley claims that long before Joan Collins became everybody’s idol Alexis Carrington, she met her in the 1960s. Shirley and her husband-at-the-time Jack Cassidy had dinner at Joan’s house. After dinner, Joan’s then-husband Anthony Newley subtly suggested that they cleanse their palates on each other’s naked bodies. Shirley writes that Anthony suggested that they all get naked and watch porn together and “it was clear what Tony was leading up to — swinging.” Shirley says that she and Jack turned their invitation to Four Way Fuck Town down.
Joan is about to slap Shirley Jones and beat her ass in a fountain, because she says that the whole thing is a lie. According to TMZ, Joan’s lawyers sent a cease and desist letter to Shirley demanding that she stop selling the book since it’s full of lies. Shirley spat on Joan’s threat and isn’t pulling her book out of stores since she claims she only wrote the truth.
It goes without saying, but I am always on Team Alexis. But this time, I am really on Team Alexis. Shirley’s little story doesn’t even make sense. Shirley is trying to make us believe that her husband said “no, thank you” to Joan Collins’ lusciously smooth sex goddess body? It’s as if a Pop-Tart ice cream sandwich from Carl’s Jr. landed on my lap and I said, “I don’t want to put my mouth on that today, sorry.” It just doesn’t make sense. No me can resist a Pop-Tart ice cream sandwich and no man, gay, straight or bi can resist Joan Collins! That’s the most slanderous part of Shirley’s obviously fake story.
Get that bitch, Joan. Get her for trying to ruin your reputation.
UPDATE: TMZ says that both Shirley and her publisher realized that they are no match for the most powerful woman in the world Alexis Carrington and have decided to erase the Joan story from the e-book and it won’t be in future reprints. Joan told TMZ, “We all make mistakes. I’ve made a few myself, but not with Mrs. Jones. I’m a serial monogamist.”
Seen above as the kosher meat in a caucasian-jewish-korean manwich, Eddie Kaye Thomas, better known as Shit-Break from the American Pie movies, had to call the police yesterday afternoon after his one night trick turned into a knife-wielding crazy bitch who was once step away from boiling his bunny rabbit. Didn’t Eddie Kaye Thomas learn anything from his own movies? Sometimes it’s better just to stay home and fuck an apple pie from Costco.
TMZ says that Eddie picked up a trick at Mel’s Diner of all places on Tuesday night and brought her back to his house in the Hollywood Hills. The next day, Eddie tried to get the trick out of his house and that’s when she pulled some “I’m not going to be ignored” shit. My guess is that Eddie told her she had to leave, because he was needed on set. Even crazy bitches know that Eddie hasn’t said that line truthfully since 2010.
When Eddie asked that insane trick to leave, she pulled a knife on him. Eddie ran outside and called the police. They sent the SWAT team and while they were outside of Eddie’s house, the crazy bitch was inside, trashing his house. The SWAT team had to tear gas the ho to get her out. She was booked for felony vandalism after she was checked out at a hospital.
Who in the hell brings a jump-off home anymore? (If you’ve got a one night trick cleaning out their genitals in your bathroom sink while you’re reading this, you should make a guilty face.) Yes, most of us have done it, but we still know that you’re not supposed to bring a one-time fuck partner to your house. That’s what the backseat of cars, alleyways, bar bathrooms and Porta Potties on construction sites are for. (Side note: Somebody should really make Porta Potties for one night stands. They can put ’em outside of all the bars. They can call ’em Porta Fuckies.)
If Eddie wanted to get that lunatic ho out fast, he should’ve just put on one of those direct-to-DVD American Pie movies. That will make even the craziest bitch scatter for the door.
With all that being said, you know Eddie’s going to call her back for a second round, because there ain’t no ass like crazy ass.
New Year’s Eve started early in Cabo San Lucas! Here’s a pic that Stacy Kiebler tweeted of Michael Phelps and herself playing a friendly little game of beer pong with the message “Dominating. #TeamBaltimore #geometry m_phelps00 #goodtimes.”
Gossip Cop says half of Hollywood is in Cabo right now, including George “I came for the Phelps” Clooney, Jennifer Aniston, Justin Theroux, Jimmy Kimmel, Emily Blunt and Molly McNearney. But none of them know how to party like a frat boy like these two. I guess the multi-talented Phelps can swim AND drink like a fish!! That is truly bringing home the gold. And you know Stacy’s ass can put away some booze, like she does every night while she writes “Mrs. Stacy Clooney” over and over in fancy script on tear stained paper.
My question is, how long did it take Phelps to figure out that Stacey had asked him to play “pong” and not “bong”?? I wonder how many times he tried to light his beer. “This shit is too wet, and where the hell is the carb??” -Phelps.
Happy New Year! I say we all do like Stacy and Michael and start getting our drunk on NOW.
Never mess with a rock star who still looks like a Joan Jett rag doll made of t-shirts from Hot Topic, because he will burn the place down with the fuck bombs launching out of his mouth.
During Green Day’s set at the iHeartRadio Music Festival in Las Vegas last night, the timer in front of the band let them know that they only had 1 minute left, because Usher went 25 minutes over. Billie Joe Armstrong was not having any of it. Bille Joe stopped everything to give the performance of Green Day’s career. Billie Joe busted into a hilarious freak out where he yelled at the organizers for disrespecting a dude who has been in the game for over 20 years. I kept waiting for someone to hand BJ a dirty martini and for him to lean against a grand piano and slur out shit like, “Your know what your problem is! You have some nerve! It’s the pictures that got small! Mr. DeMille, I’m ready for my -godfuckingdamnit, that guitar is looking at me funny. I’ll show you, guitar!“
Billie Joe got so mad that I’m sure the hairs on his b-hole stood up like some of the hairs on his head. Bitch went off and I love every millisecond of this dramatic cunt meltdown from the first “fuck” that comes out of his mouth to the last one. I even loved that it almost took him 10 minutes to destroy his guitar. PUNK! ROCK! If that guitar had eyes, it would be rolling them. It was taking so long for BJ to put a dent in that guitar, so it finally took pity on him and broke itself.
And Billie Joe’s eyeliner stayed immaculate during this entire bitch fest. A true DIVA!
Here’s some hos who got to witness Billie Joe’s “We’re fucking done professionally!” rant live last night. In order: Miley Cyrus, Demi Lovato, the second hardest bitches there, the hardest bitch there, Usher, No Doubt, Kathy Griffin, Ryan Lochte (looking like a 2nd grader circa 1983 wearing a homemade Thriller costume) and Colton Haynes.
Not since Pumkin gave New York a saliva facial on Flavor of Love have I seen a spray of spit hit a face like this.
The size small bag of British muscles known as Jason Statham was out apartment shopping in NYC with his girlfriend Rosie Huntington-Whateverly yesterday when he greeted an aggressive ass paparazzo with a warm load of foamy mouth spooge. There are some hos who would gnaw their leg off with a pair of old dentures to get it in the face from Jason Statham and he’s out there giving it away for free.
So if an item on your cum bucket list is to get sprayed in the face with Jason Statham’s bodily fluids, then just come at him with a camera. Make sure you shut your eyes and tell him to watch the hair. Also, have a medic standing by, because I’m pretty sure his saliva has biceps on it too.