FYI: Jessica Simpson Loves Pregnant Sex

Because Jessica Simpson has to give you every last detail of her pregnancy including her exploding fart hole and a picture of her CGI naked body, she told Ryan Gaycrest on his radio show (via UsWeekly) this morning that she’s 170 pounds, has never felt hotter and is having double stuffed orgasms. My thigh bones have flattened just from thinking about Jessica riding on her piece. Take it, Chestica:

“I am definitely ‘feeling intimate and HOW! I’m kind of unstoppable right now. The Big O is, like, the biggest O ever! He’s always ready!

I should ask Papa Joe if I could borrow the image maker in his brain, because I’m having a hard time picturing Jessica and Eric getting it on. How does it work, exactly? The missionary position is impossible. That would be like trying to fuck your piece while a stability ball is between you two. That would only work if you or your fuck partner is Tommy Lee, or if you or your fuck partner has an extendable vagina tunnel that looks like an elephant’s nose. Hitting it from the back would also be impossible unless they dug a crater hole into the mattress and just planted Jessica in there. So, riding on top it is! Damn.

That shit must be intense. They probably have to get those people who transport the whales into the tanks at Sea World to hold Jessica up as she rides hard. A medic always has to be on hand to give Eric oxygen every time his last breath gets knocked out of him from Jessica’s 2 ton belly hitting his stomach. And it’s probably hard for Eric to keep his peen in Jessica when his unborn toddler’s foot keeps trying to kick it out.

Jessica is riding on a pleasure seizure wave while Eric is scarred for life! It’s hard out there for Jessica’s bought-and-paid piece.

Damn You, Demi Moore

Thanks to Demi Moore showing off her naked pregnant ass on Vanity Fair in 1991 and the technological advances of Photoshop, any knocked up celebrity trick thinks she can flash all her nooks and crannies on the cover of a magazine. Case in point: here’s Jessica Simpson recreating “the Demi” for Elle’s April issue. Elle must have dulled all their Photoshop tools while touching this up, because Jessica’s baby balloon in its current state would need 2 pages to show it in its complete glory. That’s some “after the fold” shit. Either that, or this picture was taken at week 6 before a steady pregnancy diet of blended funnel cakes and Pop Tart burgers caused her ass to grow to the size of a whale’s fart bubble.

Jessica tells Elle that she knew something in the womb was a baby when she suddenly didn’t feel like boozing and biking:

“We were goin’ to have an all-day drinking binge. Gonna ride our bikes, hang out…do naughty things. But I started feeling this overwhelming guilt. Why would I feel guilt at the idea of going out and having cocktails with my friends?”

Speaking of booze, not guzzling down any has been the hardest part of her pregnancy:

“Givin’ up my Scotch? My Macallan 18? That was hard for me! … Though now, being pregnant, you crave other things. A big thing of water sounds great!”

That last part really made me queef out a happy queef on the inside, because now I know that there will be another human on this planet who says “A BIG THING OF WATER.”

Jessica also said that she’s having a girl and she will eat a bowl of raw vegetables to her death if her daughter turns out to be a butch bitch:

“Ah swear, ah will croak if she asks me for a pair of Nikes instead of Christian Louboutins! Eric is so athletic. We’re gonna have this ath-a-letic girl and I won’t even be able to take her shopping.”

Jessica has already come up with a name, and she says it’s not a Pilot Inspektor kind of weird and it will make sense to people. With those clues, I’m thinking Jessica will go with: Dayzee Macallana Simpson or A BIG THING OF BABY Simpson.

And I’ve never noticed Jessica’s innie belly button before. Or maybe she’s really an outie and it ran up into her belly after watching Papa Joe slobber on set.

No Cutsies For Chestica

There are two reasons for why carrying a greedy, selfish fetus-shaped bundle of slobber for 9 months is a good thing. The first reason is that you can eat a deep fried chocolate burrito with cake batter sauce out in the open without judgmental hos dropping the gavel on you with their eyes. The second reason is that you get special treatment almost everywhere you go. People will give you their seat on the subway, some parking lots have special spaces for knocked up hos and even paraplegics will roll off of their wheelchairs so the pregnant lady can sit. Jessica Simpson was thinking she’d get this kind of special treatment when she waddled up to a popular Mexican restaurant in Santa Barbara, CA recently.

Star Magazine (via Radar) says there’s always a long ass line to get into La Super-Rica Taqueria and Jessica thought she didn’t have to wait because: a) She’s Heffica Simpson; and b) People would feel guilty listening to her ankle bones crack while she stood in line behind them. Jessica tried to cut in front of the line, but nobody was having it. The source put it like this:

“Apparently Jessica was too hungry to wait on the line like everyone else, so she tried to walk straight to the front in the hope that someone would take pity on her pregnant self. Unfortunately for Jess, the line went crazy and other hungry people started yelling at her. It was so embarrassing. Eventually, Jess was escorted to the back of the line. But she didn’t want to wait. After all that, she just went to grab some Taco Bell around the corner.”

Those people made the smartest decision of their lives! Think about it with your nose. Without a baby in her belly, Jessica’s farts melt contact lenses and will take two of your senses to dark, dark places. The taste of Jessica’s butt burps will never leave your tongue until you rinse with bleach and your nostrils will shrivel down to the size of an ant’s peen slit. Your nostrils won’t have the will to go on anymore. Add a baby and Mexican food, and you’ve got the ingredients for the most destructive weapon on this planet. If North Korea ever gets too bold, we just have to roll Jessica to their borders, turn her around and then hand her a tub of Pintos ‘N Cheese. The next thing you’d see is millions of North Koreans waving white flags while singing Kumbaya.

The waiting diners at La Super-Rica Taqueria know what I’m talking about. They were not about to let Jessica turn their delicious plate of chilaquiles into a plate of shitaquiles. Nope.

(Picture via Pacific Coast News)

Meanwhile, Jessica Simpson Is Still As Knocked Up As Knocked Up Can Be

The new chosen one has stepped onto the planet and knocked the halos right off of Brangelina’s twin messiahs, and yet Jessica Simpson’s baby is still baking in a puddle of trans fat in her womb. Beyonce barely had a dollop of anything on her stomach at her 9th month and it really looked like she was growing her baby in her damn wig, and then you’ve got Jessica who is giving us a whole of DAMN at 7 months. My eyes swole up just by looking at her. I bet Jessica doesn’t even walk. Bitch stands really still and lets out a high-powered pregnancy fart that pushes her a few feet. Then she takes a deep breath, stands really still and lets out another high-powered pregnancy fart that pushes her another few feet. Bitch’s got a motor in her ass.

Jessica came out big on Friday night for NBC’s TCA Party where she was there to whore out her new fashion reality show with Nicole Richie. Jessica told reporters that you won’t find her waddling around A Pea in a Pod, because she stays away from maternity clothes, “I buy bigger sizes, which is very important, but I haven’t really gone to maternity clothes because I don’t really love maternity stuff.”

Who needs maternity clothes, anyway? It’s easier just to lay out a black tarp, spray Jessica down with fried chicken grease and then roll her over that tarp with the help of a thousand villagers and the tree trunk of a mighty oak. Then they wrap her up, lift her up with a crane, throw a few pounds of sequins at her BOOM! Instant knocked up glamour! But seriously, Jessica really does look happy, which is more than I can say for the owners of every Korean all-you-can eat barbecue in the L.A. area who had to close up for 9 months after hearing that Jessica swallowing tin trays for two now.

“I Swear That Last Fart Came From His Butt”

Jessica Simpson is at least into her 5th month of being knocked up (I think) and at this point you’d think that she’d only be able to get around on a manatee gurney carried by highly trained coastal conservationists. But nope! Chestica only needed help from her gold digging fiancé while walking the carpet at last night’s Shoe Fetish Awards (aka The Footwear News Achievement Awards) in NYC. I can’t believe I am about to type the following sentence in the year 2011 without Papa Joe holding his loaded dick to my head: Chestica looks good. Maybe I only think that because her pregnancy farts are so damn potent that they’ve turned into scented pixels and have seeped through my monitor causing me to hallucinate. Let’s go with that.

My only complaint is that Jessica’s shoes don’t match her dress. Oh, well. Chestica can’t even see her shoes due to the triple mounds o’plenty blocking her view, so I’ll let that shit slide this time. Seriously, though, I think Jessica’s carrying Beyonce’s baby in her tits.

Guess You Didn’t Get That $500,000…..

Because everybody but Papa Joe knows that a Jessica Simpson pregnancy announcement is worth about as much as a left-handed handjob from Captain Hook, not one tabloid magazine farted up the $500,000 he wanted for an exclusive so bitch had to give that shit away for free. In news that’s about as surprising as Kim Kardashian’s staged marriage falling into a trapdoor opened by Pimp Mama Kris, Jessica posted the above picture on her website and then announced the news everybody has known for weeks.

“It’s True! I am going to be a mummy!”

Jessica’s poor child isn’t even out of the womb yet and she’s already embarrassing it. First, bitch tries to sell the news that it’s moved into her uterus and comes up with nothing. Then she delivers the BIG DUH for free on the same day Kim Kardashian’s divorce shit is being spread all over the media. And finally, she announces it while looking like a flock of birds made several nests in her weave after she got tangled up in my old nursery curtains.

That fetus is holding its face in shame and won’t let go until it turns 18. How is Papa Joe going to sell the baby pictures if Jessica’s baby refuses to remove its hand from its face? Papa Joe’s plans foiled again. I think I love Jessica’s baby already.