Today’s Moment Of Shade Brought To You By Mimi

Starting next week, American Idol is trying it again and we’ll all get to see the scripted drama between Mimi and Nicki Minaj play out as Ryan Gaycrest cries over what he’s become into a custom-made silicone mold of Simon Cowell’s tits. To promote the #1 scripted telenovela on network TV, Mimi did an interview with her VERY good friend (so says Babawaawaawwa a million times over) Barbara Walters and of course the subject of her bitch brawl with the Fraggle Rock refugee came up. Skip to the 3 minute mark to see these freshly polished diamonds provided by Mimi and Barbara:

1. Barbara saying “I’m quick to check a bitch if she is out of line” when talking about a song Nicki Minaj did about American Idol. That line is totally going to be the title for Barbara Walter’s upcoming tell-all about what it’s like working with Elisabeth Hasselcrack.

2. When Barbara asks Mimi if she’s the bitch Nicki is singing about, the not-so-cowardly lioness gently yanks a bitch’s wig by responding with, “I didn’t know she sang. I thought she rapped, or whatever.” YAASSS! That is Mimi’s second greatest act of sheer bitchery behind her classic “Que Es A JLo?” moment.

3. Mimi calling American Idol a “classic, classy show.” Mimi is spot-on with that description, but AI’s title as the classiest show on television is all thanks to Rhonetta.

You know what’s REALLY classic? This shade throwing moment from Mimi. Add it to the pile.

(Thanks, Kevin) 

A Texas Officer Pulls Some “I’ve Got Your Number, Hussy” Shit On Fiona Apple

Above is Fiona “Let’s Smoke Out Of A Bong” Apple at a show in Houston Friday night, one day after she was put into handcuffs after cops found a little weed and some hash on her tour bus at an inspection checkpoint. Between songs, Fiona gave the audience classic Fiona Apple when she let out a rambling monologue full of DRAMA. Fiona accused 4 officers of the jail she was kept in of doing some possibly illegal shit. Fiona let them know that at any moment she can set that station on fire with the revelations that will pour of her mouth. Fiona has been watching too much Revenge. Pitchfork transcribed Fiona’s entire rant and it really has me wondering if I sound like that after smoking one too many bowls.

“Now, most of the people were very nice to me. There are four of you out there, and I want you to know that I heard everything you did. I wrote it all down with your names and everything you did and said stupidly thinking that I couldn’t hear or see you. I then ripped the paper up, but not before I encoded it and– I got two lock boxes. We’ll call them “holding cell one” and “holding cell two”. In “holding cell one” is the encoded version of the shit that you did that I know was inappropriate and probably illegal. In “holding cell two” is the decoder. I’m the only one who holds the key, and you and I will be intimate forever because I will hold that secret forever. Unless of course the celebrity that you had so much interest in but you wanted to accuse me of bringing up while you laughed at me all night? Unless you’re interested in being a celebrity, I’ll make you fucking famous any time you ask and I’ll open those boxes. So why don’t you stay in your fucking holding cell?”

But the Public Information Officer of the Hudspeth County Sheriff’s Department isn’t sitting in the corner of a dark room and shaking at the thought of Fiona destroying him with a bunch of lock boxes of SECRETS! Officer Rusty Fleming fought back at Fiona with an open letter that I swear was ghostwritten by Dionne Warwick. Officer Rusty looked Fiona up and down and basically said she ain’t shit. Fiona didn’t put a spotlight on Officer Rusty, Officer Rusty put a spotlight on her. Yes, he’s coming at her like that. TMZ has the letter and I snapped so much that the skin on my fingers rubbed off:

First, Honey, I’m already more famous than you, I don’t need your help. However, it would appear that you need mine.

Two weeks ago nobody in the country cared about what you had to say, — now that you’ve been arrested it appears your entire career has been jump-started. Don’t worry Sweetie, I won’t bill you.

Next, have you ever heard of Snoop, Willie or Armand Hammer? Maybe if you would read something besides your own press releases, you would have known BEFORE you got here, that if you come to Texas with dope, the cops will take your DOPE away and put YOU in jail.

Even though you and I only met briefly in the hallway, I don’t know you but I’m sure you’re an awesome and talented young woman and even though I’m not a fan of yours, I am sure there are thousands of them out there, and I’m sure that they would just as soon you get this all behind you and let you go back to what you do best—so my last piece of advice is simple “just shut-up and sing.”

Sincerely
Rusty Fleming

More like QUEEN Rusty Fleming. When he started off with “First, Honey, I’m already more famous than you….” I thought he was going to end with “I took your stash and I’ll take YO MAN next, beeeee-otch!” Being an officer in Texas is fun. You get to take people’s stash away and smoke it while writing bitch-a-fied letters. I mean, Rusty gave himself away with that “I’m already more famous than you” line. We now know what he did with Fiona’s hash.

Good Morning, Let Brian McKnight Teach You Through Song How Your Coochie Works

Are you a lady who woke up this morning, looked down and thought to yourself, “Pussy, how does it work?” Well, don’t worry about spending the rest of your day searching through your kitchen junk drawer for your pussy instruction manual, because singing gynecologist Brian McKnight (the “Knight” stands for white knight of non-working pussies) is using the power of song to teach you where to find the start button on that pussay. But just so we’re clear, Brian McKnight is not talking about this kind of pussy:

The professor of pussyology started Trending on Twatter last night after he released a preview of a coochie carol that will be on his new adult mix-tape. It’s the Brian McKnight song of Brian McKnight songs. Here’s a little taste of the lyrics and a little warning, your pussy might start working as soon you read these beautiful words. So warn the bitches around you.

Let me show how your pussy works since you didn’t bring it to me first/I have a lot of things to show you if you’re ready to learn/Let me show you how your pussy works/Bet you didn’t know that it can squirt

My pussy started working and I don’t even have a pussy (contrary to popular belief)! Thank you, Brian McKnight for teaching me how pussies work. And now the half-broken jukebox in my head can stop playing “Itsjust my three second ruuuu-uuuuuuuule” on a loop and start playing “Let me show you how your pussay weeeeeeeeeeerqs.”

via Rap-Up

Al Gore’s Mind Is Officially Blown

Without further comment, here’s human roid and noted thinker Jose Canseco giving us his thoughts on how global warming could’ve saved us from “My Heart Will Go On.”

via Buzzfeed

Frances Bean Politely Tells Twitter To Shut Courtney Love Up

One time I was on the G train (short for the Godthistrainisnevercominganditwouldvebeenfastertogetarideonaparaplegicdonkey train) in Brooklyn and some crazy subway prophet kept ranting at the mouth about how all of our sinful souls will one day rot under Lucifer’s foreskin. You know, the typical feel-good morning sermon you usually hear from crazies on the subway. In between him calling us heathen pieces of peen cheese, he incoherently sang some song and doing this made him sound like he was speaking pig latin in tongues. So basically, he sounded like Nicki Minaj. This mess went on for way too long. Sometimes, a subway rider can’t control their nerves anymore and will shout at the crazy to shut their verbal diarrhea hole. That’s never a good move, because fighting crazy with crazy makes the crazy crazier. That didn’t happen, but something bizarre did happen. A woman wearing a sensible business suit got up, walked over to the subway prophet, put her hand on his shoulder and told him he can stop now, because we’ve all heard his message. It didn’t work and he kept spewing the shit, but I slow clapped her on the inside for handling that shit in a classy way. Well, Frances Bean is that woman in a sensible business suit, because last night she calmly told Courtney Love to shut the fuck up.

Courtney Love went too far, even for Courtney Love, in one of her late-night Twitter rantings when she accused Dave Grohl of trying to sex on Kurt Cobain through Frances Bean’s coochie. Dave Grohl already denied that mess, and last night Frances Bean released a statement where she said that Twitter needs to close and lock their doors to crazy ass Courtney:

“While I’m generally silent on the affairs of my biological mother, her recent tirade has taken a gross turn. I have never been approached by Dave Grohl in more than a platonic way. I’m in a monogamous relationship and very happy.

Twitter should ban my mother.”

“Biological mother.” HA. If Courtney Love had any feeling left in her sedated face, she would’ve felt that swift and quick slap. But like the sensible business woman on the train, Frances Bean’s reasonable statement is going to shut Courtney up. When the Twitter train pulls into the next stop, Courtney will get on and start rambling about how Dave Grohl’s dick is a pendulum that is hypnotizing Frances Bean into hating her. #staybatshitcrazycourt

via People

Somebody Had To Be The Spaz de la Huerta Last Night

Bitches who said that one of the original first ladies of crazy, Sean Young, can’t even get arrested in Hollywood are gargling and swallowing their words this morning, because the insane bitch who paved the way for fellow crazies like Spaz de la Huerta was thrown into handcuffs after she brought the insanity on a security guard at the official Oscars after party last night.

TMZ says that after the Oscars, Sean hung around the entrance to the Governors Ball with a group of friends. Apparently, Sean didn’t have a ticket to get in and was trying to crash that shit. The security guard knew that Sean was trying to be slick and slip in, so he kept telling her to try the after-party at the IHOP on Santa Monica instead. You can’t keep a crazy bitch away for long and Sean kept trying to get in. The security guard finally had enough of her shameless trying and the two got into it. The security guard says that Sean slapped him in the face and that’s when he busted a CITIZEN’S ARREST on his ass. Sean was taken to a police station in Hollywood where she was kept for four hours.

TMZ has a video of Sean leaving the police station at 2 in the morning and the smell of teeth dust will hit your nostrils as soon as you start watching it. Sean should go into ventriloquism, because I don’t know how the words made it out of her mouth while she was doing the 4th gear coke grind with her teeth. Dr. Drew’s track record remains unblemished (of success stories that is).

Sean tells TMZ that it’s the Academy’s lawyer’s fault. Sean said that she was at the party with friends when for no reason at all, the Academy’s lawyer told the security guard to arrest her ass. No, Sean’s side of the story makes no sense, but Sean never makes sense and I want off of this planet as soon as Sean starts making sense. Sean Young’s crazy makes Dlisted go ’round!

And before Sean was arrested for impersonating a famous person, she managed to take pictures with the likes of Sandra Bullock, the owner of Angie Jolie’s right leg and a sunburnt Santa Claus on meth. Sean should’ve worn her homemade Catwoman costume, because then she would’ve gotten the respect she deserves!