Monday, December 26, 2011

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Wookie Kardashian Is Kinda...Hot?!? Top

While MK is busy scarfing down some fine Italian cuisine (your mind WOULD go there, sucio!), J. Harvey and I will be here doing our best to keep the beautiful Dlisted train from going off the rails.  Graffiti totally counts as fine art, so don't even go there.  MK sent me a link from Socialite Life to this pic Khloe Kardashian posted on her website, looking pretty and skinny and BLOND several Christmases ago.  (Note:  my computer choked on the words "Khloe" and "pretty" in the same sentence and I had to re-start the bitch three times.)  This was apparently before the whole "dye my hair to look like my sisters so no one will know my mom was a complete ho and fucked around on the guy I thought was my dad" phase.

I have to say, she looks good as a blond...computer, NO!!  Choke it down, bitch.  She's actually the only one of those hos that I have any respect for (hang in there hard drive) since she doesn't take herself too seriously and seems kind of human.  Enjoy tearing this pic of Khloe to shredded shreds while I resuscitate my pc with booze and bong hits.

 
Where's The Peen? Top

Here's the first pic from the upcoming male stripper epic Magic Mike. This is lame, Steven Soderbergh. The only person missing a shirt is that stoned guy. This better just be the start of something filthy. If David Fincher can do THAT to Rooney Mara in The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo (omg, rape scene), you can slap multiple dicks in our faces.

We're going to need realism. There better be some scenes of these dicks go-going down at the gay bar for extra scratch, and letting the occasional 'mo blow them for drugs. I'm gonna need some buttcheeks in American flag thongs, and guys who can suck their own dick to scare the bachelorette parties before this shit gets signed off on. There better be dudes debating calf implants and shaving each other's assholes.

This is supposedly Channing Tatum's life story, by the way. I'm also signing on for this because I want to fuck him. Yeah, he looks like he's carved from Mortadella and has a permanent herp derp to his mug but I still want to slap it around some. Don't look at me like that.

 
God Won't Let Maria Leave Ahnold Top

Damn, was she on the juice, too? Cheeks! Jesus is being the opposite of helpful to Maria Shriver this holiday season. TMZ is reporting that she's (blue)waffling on actually divorcing husband Arnold Schwarzenegger. Her issue? Going through with the divorce is difficult for her because of her Catholic upbringing. Let's be honest - does it seem like God has ever really smiled upon the Kennedys? Sweetie, become a Protestant and sign off on those papers.

Shit, there's no divorce loophole in the Bible for when he fucks the maid full of child? When you actually live through some "he had a whole other secret family and she worked in my house and smiled at me every morning WHILE PREGNANT WITH MY HUSBAND'S CHILD" shit out of a One Life To Live episode? If the Catholic version of God is half the awesome guy he's supposed to be, he'd ignite a bush and give her the OK in this situation.

Oh, and they spent the holiday together according to People and had "a really nice time." If the source for the report was Maria, a "really nice time" probably means she did that thing to him from Casino Royale where Daniel Craig got his naked ass sat in the chair without a bottom and got whipped on his ass and balls with big rope.

 
She's A Really Good Sport Top

Merry Christmas, here's a chillingly accurate reminder of your dead son. Mrs. Jackson has always struck me a kindly old woman trying to stay a kindly old woman whilst surrounded by various crazies (Detective LaToya) and assholes (her husband, Detective LaToya). She probably gives stellar hugs, you know? Sure, she'll pose with someone representing what is surely one of her most painful memories if you want her to. She'd probably pose with a Dr. Conrad Murray impersonator wielding a syringe if it keeps the peace and lets her get back to her stories.

 
Michael Lohan Is A-OK With His Daughter's "Playboy" Spread Top

Sometimes at night I suddenly sit up straight in bed, covered in sweat and barely slapping my mouth shut on the scream that wants to shatter windows (my partner: "What are you DOING? Fuck, go back to sleep. Jesus. (pause) Did you fart?"). What was so terrifying that I have this cinema queen reaction?

It's the thought that someday the ancient astronauts who started this grand experiment are going to return to see the results. They're going to pick a couple of humans to investigate to see what their efforts have wrought, and then decide if we're worth continuing. Who will they pick, you ask? Will it be Nobel Peace Prize winner Ellen Johnson Sirleaf? Frank DeMartini and Pablo Ortiz? These people?   It would have to be this guy, right?

Fuck, no. It's going to be Michael Lohan. The star gods will check him out for about ten seconds, shake their heads, and open a black hole in the center of our planet (SCIENCE!) and we'll all die screaming cuz' of this dumb motherfucka of famesuck. Thanks, asshole.

 Papa Lohan went on Dr. Drew's Lifechangers show (Pinsky's become a bit of a famesuck himself) to talk about the Photoshop renderings Lindsay Lohan posed for in Playboy. It looked like an infomercial for how Men's Wearhouse changed Mr. Lohan's life. Despite having a bone on in his trousers over A) his daughter in Playboy and B) getting a live studio audience to play "doting father of celebrity fuckup" in front of, Mr. Lohan went for the Cable Ace acting award.

"I haven't seen it and I won't look at it. I've never looked at it," he tells Pinsky. "I heard it's 'classy'....she did some movies that were a little risque at times and I couldn't even go to the movies and watch them." 

Lying sack of spew! He jacked on them SO HARD. People with cell phones clipped to their belts are either the nicest albeit most clueless guys in the world or the pages of their personal copy of their junkie daughter's Playboy debut are stuck together. He would be the latter. Mr. Lohan considers Lohan showing off her milky goodness for the general public a "move" that's positive because it means she's "working". Yes, she's showing the maximum effort.

Lohan reportedly goes on to express concern over Lohan's sea jasper use and her getting involved with "the wrong people". Bitch could be getting mani/pedis with Casey Anthony and Leatherface and she would still be better off than with you.

Papa Lohan also reveals his ex-girlfriend Kate Minor (in Stupid, the one he seems to regularly beat the shit out of, and who inspires dramatic cunt moves like leaping out of windows and faking heart attacks) might be carrying his latest big mistake. Sweet Jesus.

"Before I went in, she thought that she might be pregnant," Michael says. "When she left her dads house, she left some medication and her pills there and she was off the pill for like four or five days and of course we had sex...so there was a chance...from what I understand now, she says she's pregnant or she could be. Evidently she is taking the test so she thinks she might be."

Of course they had sex. Who could resist a man who just kicked you in the face and whose pet name for you is "Cunt"? Romance.

This dude is SUCH a junkie for the camera/gossip column item/blog post that you can almost see him QUIVERING in lust as Drew sinks the needle into his arm. What a sad piece of shit. He definitely made valedictorian at the Joe Simpson Academy For Completely Inappropriate Fathers, though.

 
Open Post: Hosted By The World's Youngest Toilet Aficionado Top


The wine in Italy tastes like the jizz of the angels to me, so I've been drinking that shit by the bottle full. So last night when I came to my temporary home with the hazies in my head and a bladder about to explode, I stumbled into the bathroom and was about to shoot a stream of golden relief into a strange, guitar-shaped toilet when I realized that shit was a bidet! It's a fountain for your stank parts. It's not for pissing.

What I'm trying to say is that if 4-year-old Dustin Kruses loses his figurative shit over toilets, imagine how he'd freak out over an ass faucet? His mother would have to hold the back of his head to make sure his mind didn't blow across the bathroom.

via Buzzfeed

 
Bitch Got Sued: The Lady CaCa Edition Top

There are a million things Lady Copy Paste should be sued for including (but not limited to) copyright infringement, grand theft thievery, illegally cloning Madge's career, creating a hybrid strain of yeast infection and salmonella (yeastonella?) and viciously decapitating an entire tribe of Kermits, but one of her former assistants has chosen to sue her Mermaid Touring Company for being forced to do the job she was hired to do without getting paid overtime.

The Hollywood Reporter says that Jennifer O'Neill was overworked by CaCa and slaved away doing all sorts of fucked up shit during 13 months of the Monster Ball World Tour. The fucked up shit Jennifer was forced to do did not including breaking into Grace Jones' house to Xerox copy her entire wardrobe. Jennifer wasn't even asked to ice CaCa's tuck or steal an outfit for her off of a sailor nun's back (see pics of CaCa at JFK below). Jennifer claims in her lawsuit that she had to act as CaCa's personal alarm clock to keep her on schedule and once had to hand her naked ass a towel when she came out of the shower. Yes, Slave Master CaCa forced Jennifer to do regular personal assistant shit. CaCa is a regular old Mister. Although, if I had to hand CaCa's naked carcass a towel, I'd probably slip face first and fall on my tortured eyeballs to stop them from burning.

But the biggest complaint in Jennifer's lawsuit is that she was never paid overtime. Jennifer was paid $75,000 for the tour, but she says she's owed more than $380,000 for 7,168 hours of unpaid overtime. When I try to do the math in my head, my brain curls into a fetal position and I automatically want to doodle pictures of peens on a Pee Chee folder just like I did in junior high math class. So I had to do the math on a calculator and if Jennifer is telling the truth, then she worked around 138 hours of overtime in one week. That means the bitch barely closed her eyes to slip into a sleep and her veins must naturally pump out meth if she was able to go on that long without sleeping. It does make sense, though. You try sleeping while CaCa's loudly chanting to the Illuminati demon lords in the next room.

The court has heard all the facts and we hereby declare that CaCa is GUILTY! Take away her copy paste function and string the bitch up!

 
What Would Eminem Say? Top

Dido's name is an "l" away from being Dildo and her music has always sounded like a white girl Sade to me, so I had not one bad thing to say about her ass until now. The only esteemed news source of truth I trust, the Daily Mail, says that Dido birthed out a baby boy last July and she has named him Stanley. As in Stan, as in that Enimen song about a crazed murderous stalker, which samples her song, Thank You. I see what you did there, Dido! I also see her little son Stanley cooing this out in his crib: "Aaaaand Iiiiiiii want to thank you….for giving me the worst naaaaame of my liiii-iiiii-iiiiife."

According to the Daily Mail, Baby Stan is Dido's first baby friend with her husband of 2 years Rohan Gavin. They've been living a shush life somewhere in North London together.

Okay, I was joking about the "one bad thing to say" shit. Maybe it's because I'm running on 2 hours of sleep and prosecco bubbles are powering whatever is left of my brain, but this shit is pulling the laughs out from my ass. Dido named her son Stan knowing that every bitch would think she named him after a song about an Eminem stalker. I'm sure Dido and Baby Stan will laugh about this as soon as he's old enough to understand fuckery. Let's just hope they aren't laughing about it while she's tied up in his trunk and he's about to drive the car into the river.

 
Hot Slut Of The Day! Top

Faye Dunaway - Yea, yea, Network, Chinatown and The Great Gatsby are all fine, but everybody knows Faye's greatest works are Dunston Checks In, The Temp, Supergirl and her judging spot on The Starlet. Remember that shit, where Faye and Vivica Fox judged a bunch of wanna be actresses for a role on One Tree Hill? The girl that won ended up working at the American Girl cafe, last I heard.

Anyway, Faye is known for being a grade A bitch! She left this voicemail to some guy a few years ago, because she was pissed at a reporter for just wanting to speak the truth and talk about what a piece of shit beautiful film Mommie Dearest was. This is a Kwanzaa gift to you all!

 
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David Sedaris (55)
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Jane Lapotaire (67)
Phil Spector (72)
Caroll Spinney aka Big Bird (78)
Donald Moffat (81)

 

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