Category: Mary Carey

Open Post: Hosted by Mary Carey and Alicia Arden Getting Caught in the Rain

February 20, 2016 / Posted by:

(Note from Michael: We started with Mary Carey and we’re ending with Mary Carey. Yes, I’m working on changing the name of this blog to Alisted.)

Here we have mega celebs Mary Carey and Alicia Arden just acting natural and trying to find an umbrella to shield them from the rain. What a whoopsie they were wearing these short shorts when it was raining, there were photographers and they had to bend over together to do team work! Life! Right!? When it rains it pours!

I’m told by Jeeves, of Askjeeves.com, that these two shy ladies are known mostly for their fine thespian work in television and home video. Mary was on a show called Celebrity Rehab as well as countless arthouse and experimental features that involve nudity. Alicia may be familiar to some of you from her time on General Hospital a while back and more recently in Hoarding: Buried Alive. (Second note from Michael: Martin is just acting like he’s not Mary Carey’s most devoted fan and isn’t writing a biography about her life and times.)

Don’t let anyone ever tell you that stars are different – they’re just like us!

Pics: Wenn.com

Let’s Try This Again… Please Welcome Dlisted’s New Weekend Writer!

February 20, 2016 / Posted by:

As I said in Night Crumbs last week, Carla sadly didn’t work out as Dlisted’s weekend provider of foolery. Her reign was short and sweet and I loved everything she did here. Now I’d like to introduce to our new weekend writer. I know, I’m like a slutty parent introducing his kids to a new “uncle.”

Once again, Dlisted’s newest weekend writer isn’t Phoebe Price. Chicken Cutlets has much more important contributions to civilization to make, like posing for extremely excited paps (see: the ones behind her) in a custom Armani Privé couture ensemble (or a clearance bin Frederick’s of Hollywood catsuit, funeral curtains, a Maidenform bra and Capezio chonies).

Dlisted’s newest weekend writer is Martin! Martin is from New York and may be weirder than me. The other day, both of our dogs were suffering from the wet shits at the same time, so we bonded over that on IM. I know, you really needed that information in your brain today. But anyway, Martin will handle the weekends while I’m off doing weekend shit. Like today, I’m going to go through my closet and donate anything I can’t fit into anymore. So basically, later tonight, a drunken me will be crying on a giant pile of reminders of a skinnier me as my bare closet has 3 things hanging in it.

Martin may need a minute to get comfortable in this house of messiness, so bear with us as we figure shit out (although, I’ve been doing this for a long time and I’m still figuring shit out). And now I leave you with these gorgeous pictures of PP paying homage to the fame whores of yore by busting out an “accidental” crotch slip in front of the paps. I know you’ll be having fried chicken skins for lunch.

Pics: Splash

src="https://c.statcounter.com/922697/0/f674ac4a/1/"
alt="drupal analytics" >