Would You Hit It?

No, this is not a picture of Dumbledore after he faked his death and ran away to the Caribbean because he was truly sick of all that Hogwarts drama. It’s also not a picture of a shrunken Randy Quaid shooting Vermont Public Access’ version of The Biggest Loser. It’s 68-year-old David Letterman using his millions to live that lavish retired life. David Letterman spent decades in a nipple-suffocating suit (I think he even wore it to bed), so he has freed himself of that Men’s Warehouse cocoon and is living it up in St. Barts.

Now, if I was a multi-multi-millionaire retiree like David Letterman, I’d be spending all of my days lounging on a pile of naked Prince Hot Ginge impersonators while smoking the finest of the finest good shit out of a Baccarat dick bong as Stacey Q and Martika performed Showgirls: The Musical live in front of me. But for some reason, David Letterman chose to go to St. Barts with his wife Regina Lasko. Weird, but it’s his millions and his life!

Letterman is also giving me “Santa Claus if Santa Claus was in the witness protection program” vibes and I’m into that, so yeah, I’d put on a butt-less elf onesie and hit it hard.

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Ronnie Wood’s Jizz Has Still Got It!

Contrary to popular belief, Ronnie Wood’s 68-year-old dick doesn’t only bust out loads of dust and crack-infused moth balls nowadays. Ronnie’s sperm fish has still got it in them. The Sun (via NYDN) was the first to report that Ronnie’s wood knocked up his 37-year-old wife of 3 years Sally Humphries. A rep for the The Rolling Stones says it’s true and in a few months Sally will be wiping drool off of the faces of three people because she’s having twins. Ronnie and Sally are going to become parents to a pair of babies in June 2016.

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Stevie Wonder Is Officially A Daddy For The 9th Time

I like to imagine that’s also the face he’ll make the first time the baby spits up on him. “Aw hell, this dashiki is dry clean only. I’m getting too old for this shit!” Luckily, Stevie Wonder only has to deal with one type of baby barf. Remember last month when there was a rumor going around that 64-year-old Stevie had knocked a set of triplets into his girlfriend Tomeeka Robyn Bracy, thus guaranteeing his induction into the Fertile Pepaw Hall of Fame? Well, it turns out the three babies were just one, and it’s here now.

Stevie’s rep has confirmed to UsWeekly that Stevie became a father for the 9th time when Tomeeka birthed a baby girl named Nia. This is his second baby with Tomeeka. Stevie’s rep says they chose the name Nia because it means ‘purpose’, and that it’s one of the seven principles of Kwanzaa. But I’m pretending they named her after high-waisted jeans inspiration Nia Long.

I know 64 is technically pretty old to be dealing with a newborn, but there’s got to be a couple silver linings. For instance, you never have to worry about the baby not letting you sleep in, since you’re already waking up at 4am every morning. You both have a mutual respect for the other when it comes to having a difficult time going to the bathroom, and you’re both always taking naps. Plus, whenever you want to leave a party early, you can blame it on the baby. Frankly, I can’t see any problems! What’s that you say? Being constantly tired? Oh…right.

Burt Reynolds Is Apparently Broke And Is Selling Off All His Stuff

I already checked – that bearskin rug isn’t one of the items up for auction. However, pretty much everything else in his life is for sale, because Smokey is broke-y. Or was he The Bandit? I can never remember. Anyways, according to several sources (The Independent, The Daily Mail, the cashier at Publix who has to return the lobsters to the tank in the seafood department every time his credit card gets declined), sexual human mustache Burt Reynolds is currently in a bad way when it comes to personal finances. Burt hasn’t made a mortgage payment on his Florida home in four years and now owes more than $1.4 million. Burt tried to sell his mansion back in 2011 for $9 million, then later for $2.9 million, but it still hasn’t sold and Bank of America kind of wants their $1.4 million in overdue mortgage payments.

But Burt doesn’t have $1.4 million, so he’s been forced to sell his stuff. Next month, Burt will auction off more than 600 pieces of movie memorabilia and stuff from his house at the Palms Casino Resort in Las Vegas. Included in the sale is Burt’s red jacket from Smokey and the Bandit, a gold pocket watch that was given to him from Sally Field, a pair of boxing gloves signed by Muhammad Ali, a pair of cowboy boots that he wore in Striptease, a shitload of bolo ties and belt buckles, all of his People’s Choice Awards, and his Golden Globe for Boogie Nights. Question: is it weird that I totally want to buy those boots from Striptease?

God, this is just SO unfair! Sexy 70s legend Burt Reynolds shouldn’t have to sell all his bolo ties and cowboy hats just because he forgot to make a couple mortgage payments. Banks are just the worst sometimes. Chill out, Bank of America, it’s only $1.4 million!

And none of this giant garage sale business would have to happen if Burt’s beautiful ex-wife Loni Anderson would step in and take care of things with the bank. It wouldn’t even cost her a dime! All she has to do is flash that gorgeous million-dollar smile of hers and the bank would call it even.

Chevy Chase Pulled A Johnny Depp By Being A Next-Level Mess At A Humane Society Gala

According to Page Six, national treasure Chevy Chase served up some Drunk Pepaw at Thanksgiving realness a week early at the Humane Society’s To The Rescue! Gala last Friday in New York. Chevy was there to introduce Georgina Bloomberg, Amanda Hearst, and Kimberly Ovitz, but it sounds like he might have introduced his liver to several liters of the hard stuff before he crawled on stage, because guests at the event say he was a mess.

Apparently Chevy (who might actually be the real-life Pierce Hawthorne) was “a train wreck” who rambled on and repeated himself. His daughter – who was with him on stage – kept joking with him to knock it off and stick to the script. But even when he tried to gather his remaining sober brain cells and pull it together, but he was still a goddamn disaster. A source says that once he finally got around to mumbling out his introduction of Georgina, Amanda and Kimberly, he threw some shade by saying: “Kimberly Ovitz! Your father was my manager for 20 years, which explains why you haven’t seen me in a movie since 1988!” That’s when Georgina Bloomberg got on stage and read a messy bitch by saying “Thank you, Chevy, for making us all look so together.”

Damn, I don’t know if Chevy Chase was drunk or high or just stoned to hell and back on some of those super-strong pepaw pills, but it takes a lot to be the messiest mess at an event where half the guests are licking their buttholes and humping legs. Even the cats were probably throwing him side-eye as they horked up wet hairballs. Rule number one of getting sloppy: never out-sloppy anything dragging their balls across the carpet!

Panty Creamer Of The Morning: Geraldo Rivera Goes Topless On Twitter Again

And somewhere a child is screaming, “Abuelito, log off Twitter NOW!”

It’s been a little over a year since genitals dried all the way up and eyeball vessels burst from Geraldo  Rivera giving everyone some “Pepaws with iPhones” shit by tweeting a topless selfie where his towel came dangerously close to exposing his shaved grandaddy crotch (and you know he shaves it). Well, just when genitals were starting to get moist again, Geraldo came back with a new topless tweet pic of him looking like a Wilford Brimley pin-up.

Geraldo is on vacation in Puerto Rico right now and he decided that it was a really good idea to hit the eyes of his followers with a picture of his 71-year-old nipples followed by his thoughts about yogurt (he meant Chobani, not Kobani, right?). I mean, political views should always be served with a topless selfie. Every cable news bitch should do that (hint hint, The Silver Fox). Once my eyes settled down from me scratching them out after being hit with Geraldo Rivera’s armpit fur, I saw a picture I kind of liked. Because of the ocean in the background and the way he’s leaning up against that wooden post, he looks like he’s saying, “Hey there, sailor, why don’t you come up and see me sometime?” It’s very “pier hustler glamour.”

But more importantly, would you hit it? And I don’t mean with a flying chair.

(Thanks to Al R. for sending this in. Thanks.)