Kristen Stewart hobbled into the Oscars on crutches last night and when she presented with Daniel Radcliffe, she limped and twitched like a strung out pimp suffering from severe diarrhea. KStew looked like her publicist peeled her off the bathroom floor, quickly sprayed her down with a hose, threw clothes on her body and pushed her out the door (basically, she looked like a hungover me trying to keep down the barfs while buying a breakfast burrito at Jack In The Box on a Saturday morning).
KStew looked like a visual dry heave, she acted like the Oscars were the last place she wanted to be and I think she left loogie pieces on the mic when she hacked and grunted into it. So some hos were wondering what in alley cat hell happened to her? Did Liberty Ross Nancy Kerrigan her in the knee? Is she trying really hard to get a role on The Walking Dead? Well, UsWeekly has the answer.
A source says that right before she presented, KStew ran into Anne Hathaway backstage and they had a moment that went like this:
Anne - Oh no!
KStew - I know, I'm an idiot. But congratulations!
Anne - Please tell me you're going on stage with those crutches.
KStew - Nope. I'm gonna hobble.
Anne - Well, break a leg. Oops!
KStew - I just hope the wound doesn't open up right now.
The source added that KStew told Anne that she cut her foot open when she accidentally stepped on glass.
I guess KStew learned the hard way that you should always put on a pair of sturdy house shoes before you walk around the crack house, because you never know when some rude and uncouth crackhead is going to leave their broken pipe on the floor. Some crackheads are such slobs. This is a lesson we must all learn.
And I also threw in some pictures of Liberty Ross' nipples at last night's Vanity Fair party, because why not.
It's SO true that from our 20s to our 40s, most of us will grow 10 inches taller and completely change in the face. So that's why it makes sense that Daniel Radcliffe and Jon Hamm are playing the younger and older version of the same character in A Young Doctor's Notebook, a mini-series that will air on Britain's Sky Arts in December. Just from looking at the pictures of Jon Hamm, this mini-series looks like it's about a man who gets addicted to the wrong kind of meth, gets involuntarily locked up in a methadone clinic for years and escapes wearing only his clinic gown and a swollen pair of junkie bags under his eyes. But that's not what it's about. The Daily Mail has the plot:
The semi-autobiographical series tells of his experiences as a young doctor working in the small village of Muryovo at the beginning of the Russian Revolution in 1917. Jon Hamm plays the older doctor, who experiences a series of comical exchanges with his younger self, played by Daniel Radcliffe. The Doctor looks back on his life and career by looking through his notebooks, as he tries to treat the patients of a village that is struggling to enter the modern age.
My eyes scanned that paragraph several times and nowhere in there did I see the sentence, "And then they make out with tongues in a tub." What good is putting DanRad and Jon Hamm in a tub together if they don't touch tongues? Screw this movie. I'm not going to watch that shit. Instead, I'm going to look at that picture and imagine DanRad's peen and Jon Hamm's peen in an underwater staring contest. (SPOILER ALERT: DanRad's peen will lose when Jon's gigantic Hamm log eats it.)
Don't you just hate it when you mistake a salt shaker for a coke shaker (see: picture of LiLo above)?
As expected, Fox News kept up their reputation as the hardest working fuckery makers in the game by bringing a triple dose of fame whore to last night's White House Correspondents' Dinner at the Hilton in DC. Lindsay Lohan came as a guest of Fox's Greta van Susteren, and Kim Kuntrashian and Pimp Mama Kris came as guests of Fox's affiliate in the 9th circle of Hell. LiLo actually bathed with soap for the occasion and covered her freckled carcass with the discount Windsor Fashions dress you wore to your prom in 1989. Even though that cheap ass dress looks like it was made with doggy poop bags, it was perfect for the occasion. It showcased her saggy wrinkly side tit and its skirt completely covered up the bags that were strapped to her thighs to hold all the silverware, jooree and centerpieces she stole from the event. "What did I do with my diamond bracelet?" is definitely the most used sentence in DC this morning.
As for Kim and PMK, they dressed up as Whore Kristmas. Kim wore a velvet dress that's the exact shade of the fumes that billow out of her cooze hole after she bumps wet parts with Kanye. Pimp Mama Kris wore her creator's favorite color and it looked like a dynamite stick stuffed with foundation blew up in her face right before she walked through a wind tunnel. Not only is bitch's face pulled, but so is her hair. Pimp Mama Kris' hair was standing straight up like it was reaching for God to help it.
I couldn't find any pictures of Kim and LiLo together, but I'm assuming there will be some later after pictures from the Secret Service's after-party held at the Super 8 in Virginia come out. In the meantime, here's some pictures from last night. In order: LiLo, Rick Santorum (getting a quick buzz from breathing in the coke dust cloud that surrounds LiLo), Kim with PMK, Mary J. Blige with her husband Kendu Isaacs, DanRad with Ronan Farrow, Charlize Theron, Kate Hudson, Claire Danes, Sookeh with Beehl, Goldie Hawn, Rosario Dawson with a pair of plastic baby heads, Dakota Fanning, Ginnifer Goodwin (after a bedskirt bukkake session), Eva Longoria, Zooey Deschanel, Swizz Beak with Alicia Keys, Martha Stewart, Viola Davis with her husband Julius Tennon and Oprah's handmaiden.
Doesn't it seem like just yesterday the media was asking a young Daniel Radcliffe what kind of Legos he likes to play with (or whatever) and now the media is asking him about how he likes his coochie. They grow up so fast. DanRad and Heat Magazine (via Entertainmentwise) were talking about how he let his Jewish peen bush be great in Equus and that somehow led to him confessing that if he's not pulling pubes off his tongue, he's not messing with it:
"This is way too much information, but I don't like girls with nothing down there either. It freaks me out. You have to have something, otherwise it's fucking creepy,"
And now we know that DanRad has licked on a hairless skin mitten and it was creepy to his ass because it was like sucking on a hairless armadillo's armpit or giving a raspberry to a plate of dried mangos. THANKS, Harry Potter. But I'm with him. Genital shrubs are there for a reason. It gives you something to look at while you're down there and it sometimes protects your nose. What if you're really getting into it and you accidentally scrape your nose on their crotch stubble. It can happen! A good day would be not having to explain to people that the scratch on your nose is from rubbing up against the stubble patch on your piece's crotch.
If you walked by the front of Avery Fisher Hall in NYC last night and wondered why hundreds of Harry Potter fangirls were licking the red carpet and scooting their Muggle 'ginas like proud graduates of Toby's School of New Tricks, it's because Tom Felton, Daniel Radcliffe and Rupert Grint nearly melted their nipples off and drops of their DNA splattered all over the place.
NYC is currently trapped in one of Lucifer's wet butt bubbles and the Harry Potter boys were forced to cover most of their body pores in suits from Friar Tux black label collection, so they were pretty much trying to learn how to pant from all of their exposed orifices. But not Emma Watson! Even though Emma looked like a rabid raccoon trying to scurry out of a burlap sack stuck to some opera curtains, she could raise her hand and be sure! And not only was Emma one of the only ones whose body didn't feel like a dirty armpit pad at the end of the night, but she's also been drunk before! FYI:
Here's more from last night's premiere. In order: All those HP chirruns, Alan Rickman, Ugly Betty, SJP with a tiny gondolier, Seth Green with his wife, Mister Jay (wearing the carcass of a spirit animal), Joey Fat One with his family and Matthew Broderick.
You can wipe away your wet dream wish of boozing up Daniel Radcliffe and getting him to alohomora your fuck part before busting a lightning bolt sperm scar on your forehead, because it's not going to happen anytime soon. DanRad has kissed the booze bottle goodbye for now, because he says it was getting to the point where he was relying on the sweet nectar to give him a good time. And I have a feeling that Harry Potter realized that he should go back to sipping on tap water when he woke up on the dungeon floor with Griphook's ear in his Potter hole and Dobby's hung nose in his mouth. That'll do it!
DanRad tells GQ (via The Telegraph) about his vow to not become a Lohan:
"I became so reliant on [alcohol] to enjoy stuff. There were a few years there when I was just so enamored with the idea of living some sort of famous person's lifestyle that really isn't suited to me.
I'm actually enjoying the fact I can have a relationship with my girlfriend where I'm really pleasant and I'm not fucking up totally all the time.
As much as I would love to be a person that goes to parties and has a couple of drinks and has a nice time, that doesn't work for me. I do that very unsuccessfully. I'd just rather sit at home and read, or talk to somebody that makes me laugh. There's no shame in enjoying the quiet life. And that's been the realization of the past few years for me."
What DanRad lacks in leg bone length, he makes up for in maturity. I'm with him on all points. Once you've clogged the toilet at some party with your drunk barfs and retainer (true story), you've clogged them all. There comes a time in every drunk's life when you realize that working the booze bottle fantastic with your mouth at bars is just a fucking bore. I learned that a long ass time ago and glad to hear that DanRad is with me on that. Just like him, I'd just rather sit at home (with a full whiskey bottle and a fuller joint) and read (the keywords on my favorite porn website to make sure the clip I'm about to watch hits all points), or talk to somebody that makes me laugh (my dog).
Just when I was about to declare Christie Brinkley my personal goddess of the Tony Awards for showing up looking and posing like a Drop Dead Gorgeous extra, Frances McDormand took to the stage to accept her award for Best Actress in a Play while wearing an ensemble that is slightly dressier than the ripped sweat shorts I'm wearing right now.
If you needed fucks to get into the Tonys last night, I'm not sure Frances would've gotten in, because she obviously didn't have any to give. Frances also saved reporters from asking her the stupid question "Who are you wearing?", because the red tag on her jean jacket already gave up that information. The look of the night. This is what your high school poli sci teacher would look like if you ran into her at the car wash on the weekend. Hair that couldn't even pick out a hairbrush from a line-up of hairbrushes.
And if wearing your mom's favorite beach outfit to a fancy awards show wasn't enough for me to fall in love with Frances all over again, she busted out her best mug shot poses backstage. If there isn't such thing as a "Best Dressed of the Tonys" list, then there needs to be so Frances can sit on top of that shit where she belongs.
Here's a few more pictures from last night's Book of Mormon Appreciation Ceremony. In order: my new style icon, DanRad, Professor Whoopi McGonagall, Judith Light, Christie Brinkley, PATSY STONE!!!, Alec Baldwin with guest, Tyne Daly with her piece, Al Pacino with guest and Ellen Barkin.
Mah Boo Anderson Cooper is going to make his Broadway debut as the pre-recorded voice of the narrator in the musical How to Succeed in Business Without Really Trying starring Daniel Radcliffe! And in this clip, DanRad and the director gush about Mah Boo.....while I gush about Mah Boo in a totally different way. You can blame the moving image of Mah Boo talking into a thick silver peen with a NuvaRing over it (at least that's what I see anyway) for producing that visual.
I'm also announcing that Dlisted will take a slutbbatical at the end of February, because I'll be too busy humping on the speaker at the Al Hirschfeld Theatre.
(Thanks to everyone who sent this in)
The Crystal Enchantress of the Ice Johnny Weir hung up his polar bear stole and his boa made from bedazzled swan feathers for the night to slip into a Hogwarts uniform that puts the HUFF and PUFF in Hufflepuff. Harry Potter's wand will not stop spitting out the glitter once it gets a piece of this. Pee Weir Herman cast a bretha mortis spell (aka the killing these hos spell) at last night's NYC premiere of Harry Potter and the Deathly Swallows, and then he gave them life again by popping a hip to pose. Everyone was slytherin' in their pants.
And those who had to clean their mess in the bathroom after laying their eyes on Johnny were: Rupert Grint, Emma Watson, DanRad, Matthew Broderick with his son and Voldemort's mistress, Joey Fatone with his daughter, Precious, Tom Felton, Ralph Fineass, Liam Neeson, The First Drunk of New York, Lourdes Leon and Darren Criss.
Grab your eye lids and pull them down if you want to stop thinking about Harry Potter aparecium-ing all over some chick after rictusempra-ing her chocha with his magic wand. Because guess what, Harry Potter does sex stuff (Chris Hansen is going to ask me to have a seat for that one). So DanRad is coming to Broadway this spring in How To Succeed in Business Without Really Trying and he's hoping to succeed in sexy business without really trying. Specifically, sexy business with Broadway dancers. DanRad tells Dazed & Confused (via HuffPo):
"I've been in relationships from the age of 14 and now I'm single. I said to a friend the other day, 'Dude, I'm doing a show with dancers. I've got to be single.' He was like, 'Don't sleep with anyone in your own show. That's a mistake.' It's good advice. But I'm not sure I'll stick to it."
Who knew that Harry Potter is an aspiring mega slut who hopes to get on more Broadway bagina than a pair of Capezio briefs? More like Whorey Potter.
And Whorey Potter is 21, so it's legal to think these thoughts about him (I think).