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Tuesday, March 31st 2009

It Must Be True Love

First of all, Mickey Rourke must be washing his face in the ice-cold blended soft bones of fetuses every night, because his mug doesn't look like a Michael Myers mask that was left out in the sun too long. Mickey's actually looking good (insert awkward pause and question mark here).

Second of all, this is what true love looks like. Mickey and Jaws are just hanging out at LAX, canoodling, making out, being adorable and sprinkling love all over the place. Wait. Jaws is like half blind or something, right? That would explain it all.

My chihuahua will only let me hold him like this when I'm wasted. He must love the smell of hot booze on my breath. It reminds him of his whore mother who he still holds a place in his heart for even though her trick ass abandoned him! Yes, I went there.

Posted by: Michael K
Tuesday, March 31st 2009

DWTS: The End Of The Woz?


I fear that the true star of Wobbling with The Woz will be thrown over his Segway and sent back to the land where you don't have to take more than two steps and you can eat Twinkies all day. No, not my apartment, The Woz's house! Last night, he attempted to do the Tango, but it looked more like Karina Smirnoff Ice grinding up against the wood bear that guards High Sierra Territory at Six Flags Magic Mountain. But The Woz was trying, you could tell by the pained look on his face. It's the same look I get when I'm standing in a crowded elevator clenching my ass cheeks because the biggest fart in the history of farts is about to drop. The Woz didn't even to try let it seep out slowly, he just kept it all in. I care so much about him that I even stopped devouring a bowl of frozen Mother's Circus Animal Cookies and picked up the phone to vote for him. That is love. Woz love.

But I'm afraid it's not enough and the Pepaw Care Bear will get the red light tonight. Since it's a double execution, my other guess is that Holly Madison will get the second bullet. I bet you that tramp will giggle when they hand down her sentence. Why was that whore giggling like someone was tickling her taint during judging?! The judges could've said, "You're a virgin who can't drive," and she would've kept on giggling. Did the soul of a Japanese school girl jump into her skank body?! Or did all that peroxide kill most of her brain cells, so all she knows how to do is HEHEHEHEHEHE.

Nobody was giggling when my arch rival CHERYL BURKE took to the dancefloor with that hot ripe sausage known as Gilles Marini. I can't even tell you how grossed out I was over this ham fucking bullshit. I would rather watch Gilles ass fuck an obese pigeon than watch this again. When she said to him, "Pretend you're in love with me," I wanted to put my peen in a PEEN-INI (get it? HA!) maker and press down to the stop pain CHERYL BURKE was inflicting upon me. I can't believe there was a dry mouth in the house, because my vomit would have flooded that joint. The judges actually gave them a 30! This shit is fixed. She's always fucking winning. Not fair. Is Mop & Glo a main sponsor?! FIXED I tell you! If you can stomach it, the clip is below.


Posted by: Michael K
Tuesday, March 31st 2009

BITCH.

Look at this mean ass bitch Lily Allen taunting me while waiting for her order of heaven between two buns inside of God's favorite restaurant in Redondo Beach, CA. Her cunty smile is saying, "I'm here and you're not." Choke on it, bitch. CHOKE ON IT, animal-style. Although, I'm a little proud of Lily that she learned straws aren't just for snorting the bad shit on a broken mirror. She's growing up!

And now I'm going to go to Burger King, close my eyes, bite into a burger and pretend. DAMN that whore! My withdrawals were bad enough before seeing this shit.

Posted by: Michael K
Tuesday, March 31st 2009

How Dreadful

Lisa "I'm a Business Woman" Wu, from The Real Housewives of Atlanta, had a little dinner party on Friday night and invited her fellow cast members along with the always precious Dwight (aka NeNe's best homegirl). This is what Dwight wore.

Apparently, it's mink pants with a cashmere sweater. Um. It looks like Dwight made the pants from a fake fur throw from Z Gallerie and paired it with a sweater he found balled up in the discount bin at Ann Taylor Loft. Wait. Maybe Kim Zolciak's tortured dog wig broke free, mated with an elderly Golden Shepard and popped out a litter of puppies which Dwight skinned to make these plushie pants. Because Dwight's pants really look like they could be a close relative to Kim's wig.

Visit Talking with Tami to see more pictures from Business Woman's party.

Posted by: Michael K
Tuesday, March 31st 2009

Afternoon Crumbs


Lady CaCa sounding like a whispering coked-up baby Bjork who loves itself way too much - ONTD

Heidi. Klum. Naked. Again. Again. And. Again. - Egotastic!

Mimi and her man toy making the sea creatures dry heave in Barbados - Lainey Gossip

Brooke or Linda? Or maybe this is Hulk after shaving? - Hollywood Tuna

Kathy Griffin is the definition of awesome - Towleroad

Levi McConaughey is pulling a Stains on that pear - Popsugar

Guess the belly button? - Cityrag

One time at band camp Alyson Hannigan had a baby and named it Satan, I mean, Satyana - Just Jared

Khloe Kardashian should never do that to a lollipop again (site NSFW) - Drunken Stepfather

Somebody left Jonathan Rhys Meyers in the oven a little too long - Hollywood Rag

Posted by: Michael K