Waiting For La Toya

At the premiere of the new Michael Jackson movie This Is It in Los Angeles yesterday, this lady stood for hours with her eyes poppin’ out and her perfect eyebrows waiting to pounce as soon as Detective La Toya hit the red carpet. Unfortunately, the woman’s (and my) dreams were crushed into dust, because La Toya never graced the crowd with her glamour. La Toya refused to see the film, because she wants to keep a clear head to help her with the ongoing investigation to get to the bottom of EVERYTHING. And because La Toya said Michael would’ve never wanted his rehearsal footage to be made into a feature film. La Toya would know since I’m sure Michael communicated this to her using morse code.

Even though La Toya wasn’t there, the premiere was still attended by a giant cast of characters. Some of these bitches would show up to the opening of a dick hole as long as cameras were there (I’m looking at you, Wonky).

Below is: Celestia (and her son who is trying to get away from her), Steve Sanders, Tito Jackson, Jackie Jackson, Marlon Jackson, Jermaine Jackson, JLo, JLove, Jaime Kennedy, Joey McIntyre, Katy Perry, Glamberace, Lou Ferrigno (with his glamorous wife), Neil Patrick Harris, Paula Abdul, Rosanna Arquette, Vivica Fox, Will Smith and some bottom shelf call girl.

A Back Alley Pharmacist’s Wet Dream

Here’s Blohan and Paula Abdul making pharmaceutical stocks rise while posing together at Richard Branson’s “Rock The Kasbah” party in Los Angeles last night. Later on in the night, the two bonded even more while trying to smoke crushed up Klonopin pills out of a hookah.

Despite Blohan’s nails looking like she just spent the past hour scratching out the residue from a crack pipe, she does look a little “better” here. Right? Or maybe I’m getting a contact high from these pictures and she still looks like a sun dried apricot.

You Can’t Keep A Crazy Pill Popper Down!

Paula Abdul showed those idiotic American Idol producers just exactly what they’re missing out at last night’s DIVA Live concert. You can’t put a price on this kind of potent crazy. Paula, who hosted the show, poked at Ellen Degeneres’ prune box by dressing up as her and imitating her “penguin with hemorrhoids” moves to perfection. And it was nice of Kim Zolciak to lend her weekend merkin (for when Big Poppa wants a little fur on his teeth) to Paula Abdul to wear as a head wig.

Before Paula channeled her inner perky butchie, she opened the show with a medley of her greatest hits (below) and this is going to go down in lip-synch HISTORY. I don’t even think Paula was moving her lips. But in her defense, her mouth was probably numb due to mixing massive amounts of Tijuana-bought Vicodin, daytime Benadryl and Pepsi Zero.

My favorite moment of the entire show is when Paula almost stumbled into the audience at the 1:14 mark. YES! Ellen could never do the pill popper stumble even if she tried.

Paula’s performance could also double as a live re-creation of the Hindenburg disaster.

It’s The Ludes Talking

When I first heard that Ellen Degeneres was going to replace our favorite loopy pill popper on American Idol, I immediately said a small prayer for Paul’s medicine cabinet, because I knew it was going to get messed up majorly during her meltdown. If Paula did freak out like Wino during a full moon, then she quickly brushed the Vicodin dust off of her, downed a Red Bull and pulled it together long enough to issue this statement about being replaced:

“American Idol is a fantastic show that offers an invaluable platform to young talent. Ellen DeGeneres is wildly funny and talented in her own right. I wish her and the show only the best of luck.”

If only statements came in 3D. This one would be filled with side-eyes, stumbles, slurring, middle fingers and spitting. Paula is probably just playing nice to throw producers off into thinking she’s going to behave. That way it will be easy for her to hide between Simon Cowell’s fur titties before the season premiere and pop out when they all least expect it! You can’t keep a crazy down. Ever!

VIA E!

Paula Abdul Will Be Back On Live TV!

The demonic warlords at American Idol can not stop the little pill popper who can! Paula always rises HIGH HIGH HIGH above (after nose dancing with a little Nitrous). We can resume playing the “Do a shot every time Paula does the Vicodin stutter” drinking game, because Paula Abdul will host Vh1’s Divas Live on September 17th.

This is her first TV job since Idol left her career for dead in the gutter! Paul was in talks with ABC for a role on Ugly Betty and a judge spot on Dancing with the Has-Beens, but that didn’t work out, because they refused to install an InstyMeds kiosk in her trailer. Rude!

After four years, Divas Live will return with a line-up which includes: Kelly Clarkson, Miley Cyrus, Adele, Leona Lewis and Jordin Sparks.

We’re going to need Detective La Toya Jackson to bring her magnifying glass over here and tell us where the divas are. Because I don’t see any in that list.

I mean, Miley Cyrus?! One of Queen Aretha Franklin’s juicy chichi dingles is more of a diva than Miley. Was Noah Cyrus already booked at the Spearmint Rhino, because EVEN she is more of a diva than Miley. Hopefully, Paula Abdul’s crackhead antics will save this show!

VIA MTV

Posh Is No Paula

Posh’s bony ass blew into Denver yesterday on a paper airplane to sit in as the guest judge on American Idol next to Hackey McClutchJaw and Simon “The Titty” Cowell. According to Radar, not everyone was clapping with their labia lips when they saw Posh. Some contestants were disappointed that Paula wasn’t there. Obviously, these contestants don’t go on the internet, watch TV, listen to radio, talk to other people or read the “breaking news” section of their PharmRep Magazine, because every bitch knew Paula wasn’t going to be there.

Some source-type (aka Paula’s day-shift dealer) added, “It didn’t go too well. She tried to hard to be ‘nice,’ but came off as icy and wooden.”

If they expected Posh to be crying, then they need to quit sniffing Paula’s homemade paste and come back down to Earth. Posh can’t cry, because if she sheds one liquid tear, she will immediately dehydrate and turn into a lump of bone dust. And we already know she’s as icy as Nicole Kidman’s bare clit in a snowstorm. We know this and would expect nothing less.

I shall end this post with some pictures of our Vicodin Viking rising from the ashes by greeting her public at Burbank Airport yesterday. If that Officer Pepaw only knew what was in her bag….