All was right in the world a few days ago when the messy piles of ick nast that our society didn’t ask for but probably deserves–Jesse James and his au courant wife Alaina “Bonnie Rotten” Hicks–had a spat that seeped out onto social media just a few days ago. It started when a pregnant Bonnie accused Jesse of cheating on her in an Instagram post, deleted the accusation, filed for divorce, and then decided to announce on Instagram that she pulled the filing. Jesse posted a public apology for the fight as well which he also ended up deleting, and then both of them bitched on Instagram about the media taking things (that they voluntarily disclosed) and running with them. But, nothing gold can stay; because apparently, Bonnie has now decided that she actually does want the divorce.
Former Yeezy Employees Allege That Kanye West Would Regularly Show Them Porn Videos And Explicit Images Of Kim Kardashian
In news that shocks literally no one since there have already been reports of the hostile work environment he created with his praise of Hitler, Kanye West was a vile, abusive boss. Now, many of his former Yeezy employees just shed some light on the absolutely batshit things Ye did and said in the name of FASHUN in a letter they drafted to Adidas voicing their grievances about the sexually uncomfortable and verbally abusive conditions they were forced to endure–like Kanye having to want to literally fuck a shoe before it was put on the market and his regular use of porn (which he’s been open about being addicted to), including explicit images of Kim Kardashian, to assert his dominance and assist in the “creative process.”
With gas prices still as high as a giraffe’s ass and inflation heavily affecting things like groceries, leave it to the luxury industry to laugh at the expense of the average American by creating knockoff poor people shit and selling it at a premium. Balenciaga has done this before, like that time they made Croc stilettos or a bootleg Ikea bag and charged thousands of dollars for them; this time they’ve crafted a calfskin handbag that would give Oscar The Grouch the down-low tingles, because it’s basically just a leather trash bag that they’ve deemed the “Trash Pouch.”
It’s been a minute since we’ve heard any news about mother of every year “Mama June” Shannon. I’d assumed that in her downtime she was just sitting around on the front porch; gnats gnawin’ on forklift foot while gummin’ on sketti and waiting for her next opportunity to assault our eyes and ears and exploit her poor daughters in front of a TV camera. Apparently, it isn’t safe to assume that hearing no news about her is good news, because the “Matron of Marannaise” herself was spending her time putting in the work to further fuck up her family members’ lives and got secret quickie-married two months ago to her newest questionable decision.
Well, it looks like Jim Bob and Michelle Duggar’s heave-inducing pleas for the judge to go easy on their pedophile son, Josh Duggar, fell harder than Michelle’s hair in humidity (or Jim Bob’s failed Senate campaign). Because Mr. Potato Head’s child-touching trash nephew was sentenced today to 12 and a half years in federal prison for possessing child sex abuse materials. If only cameras were allowed in the courtroom. My drug of choice today would be watching the smug fall off of Josh’s face as he was sentenced. But then again, I’m pretty sure the smug is permanently stuck to his mug.
Picture it. You’re a wee raccoon residing in Auburn Hills, Michigan. Where’s the best place to settle down so you can receive a constant stream of delicious garbage? Answer: a trash can. The Oscar the Grouch special. I mean, yes, it’s technically squatting (raccoons don’t really understand the concept of “rent”), but who gives a shit? Answer #2: the goddamn cops, who couldn’t wait to take down Trash Can Raccoon. Big effing surprise!