Category: John Waters
Open Post: Hosted By The Time John Waters Spotted Dame Angela Lansbury At A Sleazy Sex Club
Bless John Waters for putting the image in my head of the late Dame Angela Lansbury casually side-eyeing a half-chubb dick that’s just thrust itself into her line of vision while she’s trying to tell the story about the time she hit Charles Manson over the head with a frying pan. Of course, my sick brain added the frying pan bit, but John is definitely to blame/be commended for the rest. According to John, he once saw Jessica Fletcher investigating the scene at a sleazy meat-packing district sex club in the 80s. Murder, She Wrote? More like Glory Hole, She Peeped!
Open Post: Hosted By John Waters’ Fancy Dinner Party In A Dump
Despite its ongoing association with John Waters, The Provincetown Film Society remains a respectable institution if that tells you anything about the sorry state of filth in this country today. In just a few short decades, John’s gone from being an untouchable (that is unless you wanted to catch the new strain of leprosy they were calling Fecal Asscillus Divinobacterium ) to hosting fancy dinner parties for wealthy individuals who wouldn’t recognize a greasy, shit-smeared dildo if it slapped them in the face.
Open Post: Hosted By John Waters Saying Bad Taste Is Dead
Up is down, right is left and John Waters is on the cover of Town & Country wearing a $3,300 smoking jacket. In the accompanying interview, America’s preeminent arbiter of bad taste says he’s not even sure it exists anymore. Not since Donald Trump made a habit of eating dog turds off the carpet in the Oval Office on national television. Metaphorically of course.