Monday, November 17, 2008

Cynthia Nixon on Prop 8

Very interesting commentary from Cynthia Nixon about Prop 8 and the future of the Gay Rights Movement. I had no idea she was so smart and eloquent. Also, luurrve the hair.




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Wednesday, November 5, 2008

Congrats to Obama! HURRAH! And now to the real important stuff...



Am I the only one that thinks this kid is hot? I don’t even like red heads (or younger men, for that matter) but there’s just something I find incredibly sexy about Prince Harry. Is it the idea of getting to wear a crown if I were to marry him, you might ask? And I must admit that may be part of the charm, but really, inanimate jeweled head-pieces don’t get me horny enough to print pics and er... play with them, shall we say? *g*

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Monday, October 27, 2008

Nip/Tuck: Yes, I'm in love.


Hello, my lovelies. I am here to talk about my latest obsession: Nip/Tuck.

My god, do I love this show. Sex, depravity, threesomes, foursomes, orgies, cheating, rape, incest, greed, plastic surgery, money, hot men, slutty women, lies, vanity, murder, drugs, more lies and more sex... Really, what’s there not to love? LOL

I specially love Christian Troy, maybe because he’s an active part of everything I mentioned above and yet there are so many other sides of him. He’s truly an engaging and enigmatic character, not to mention out of this world HOT. I, of course, like Sean McNamara too, but he pisses me off with all his moral issues; get over yourself, please! And now, a third and almost-as-hot-as-Christian surgeon, Quentin Costa. *roar* My only problem with Quentin is that he freaks me out a bit; he’s just a tad weird, if you ask me. Also, what’s up with those tight little shirts he wears?

Anyhow, because I’m renting the series and only starting season 3, I’m stuck in 2003 and trying to figure out who the Carver is. Yeah, yeah, I know, you’re probably already acquainted with him/her but bear with me. My top picks are: Matt (though, raping his father? *euww*), Liz (yeah, I know she’s a girl but anyone can own a strap-on), Quentin (it’s those tight little gay shirts and that I’m-a-sick-fuck smile), Julia (just because I hate her!) and Gina (if anyone is twisted in that show it’s her; crazy bitch).




Oh, and anyone else think Julia McNamara is damn fugly? WTF? If my husband were a plastic surgeon I sure as hell would get my nose done and try to lessen those bulgy eyes (you can’t tell in this pic). And surely, if I had all that money, I would have gotten better veneers because those are very pasty and fake looking. How can she even chew with those things? I’m so bloody confused by her attracting so many hot men. She’s a weak idiot that probably scares small children in the street. How is it that no one else in the series sees that?

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Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Ding! Dong! I'm sold

Jack Nicholson is so damn smart and sexy (plus the best actor evah) I’d buy poop on a stick from him LOL.




This ad is nothing short of genius. Kudos to Hillary’s campaign for finally doing something right! *wink* Poor Hillary is a very good product with very bad marketing. Her strategists should take pointers from Obama’s side: it’s all in the wrapping, baby! In politics (sadly) it’s not really who you are that matters, but how well you sell yourself.

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Monday, March 3, 2008

Red hot jailbait

I’ve never been into redheads but I find this kid amazingly hot.

Come on, baby, light my fire!!!




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Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Hell hath no fury like a man cuckolded

According to my genius calculations, there’s a 50% chance Jimmy Kimmel was apeshit mad when he found out GF Sarah Silverman has been fucking Matt Damon *ahem* “on the bed, on the floor, on a towel by the door, in the tub, in the car, up against the mini-bar.” Either that or it’s the other 50% probability: he’s gay and took his opportunity to hump a dude then pass it off as “Now we’re even, you bitch! MWAH HA HA!”


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Friday, February 22, 2008

Hello kinky

The Wet Spots ROCK. This hilarious duo should be more popular than, say, Justin Timberlake. I heard he cries whenever he’s high. :/ Dude, a dude crying because he’s high isn’t so different from a dude crying because he’s scared of the dark. Well, Justin looks like he’d cry me a freakin’ river if a bee was chasing him. Or when he watches porn (if he even watches porn). My point is, outrageous kick-ass performers like The Wet Spots should be muchos popular than singers who sing like a whiny little girl.






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Monday, February 18, 2008

Meet Becky Bloomwood


I know Hollywood is the land of fake (fake face, fake boobies, fake husband, fake sex—you name it!) where originality is scarce so book adaptations should always be expected, but gawdalmighty, I’m beginning to think every bleeding bestseller is being made into a movie. (Not that I’m complaining, hee. As of now, my most anticipated movie is The Time Traveler’s Wife.)

Production for Confessions of a Shopaholic, based on the novel by Sophie Kinsella, has already began a few days ago in NYC. Isla Fisher** will play Becky, “a compulsive shopper in Manhattan up to her neck in debt who becomes a financial-advice columnist.” Photo above is one of the first photos taken from the set; I should hate orange and purple together but love the tights, loooove the coat—I think she looks pretty spiffy. Then I looked down: peep-toe booties? :S

Anyhoodles, according to IMDb, Krysten Ritter joins the cast as Suze, Becky’s BFF. Hugh Dancy is also listed but without mention of a specific role. Is he going to play the verra fuckable Luke? More importantly, will he open up to Becky *ahem* *in Becky’s voice* “like they do on Dawson’s Creek”? (Source)

**How does Mrs. Borat stay looking so young? Virgin’s blood? Dolphin’s tears? Unicorn’s poop?? What, whaaaat???

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Monday, February 11, 2008

One little two little three little toes...


Whenever I’m with a man and I get the chance, I look at his feet. *g* No, I don’t have a foot fetish. As I told you, I’m not a character from your pornos and I do not suck anyone’s toes. I’m also not talking about drooling at a man’s feet while rubbing peppermint foot scrub all over myself and meow-meowing like a cat in heat. I’m simply implying I peek to see if he takes care of his toes. God forbid I get one of those tricky blokes who look clean and shiny outside but secretly have feet as if they didn’t wash after ploughing the farm! IICK!

Now, I stumbled upon this haven for foot freaks like Trollop, Barefoot Male Celebs. I think they have a fab collection, and even though I’ve yet to swim into the deep pond of this Feet Paradise, *wink* here are the ones I’ve seen and liked:

I have a thing for Adam Levine. I think he’s verra, verra sexy. *sigh* So I’m glad to see he has gorgeous feet. I’d like to cuddle barefoot with this Maroon 5 hottie till he whispers to me, “And if I should ever find the key you hide so well, will you tell me that I can spend the night?” Oh, Adam, yes yes yes YES! Mm mmmm...




I don’t care if they say Jake Gyllenhaalallallaaal is gay, it’s just he doesn’t do it for me (especially when he smokes, yuck). Still, there are times I find him so fucking hot I might consider being his Brokeback love slave, hee.





Oh, my holee foot deity. Chris O’Donnell, what manly manly MANLY feet you have. Me thinks he needs some serious tickle tickle. Oh, yoo-hoo, Mr. O’Donnell...





Okay, this one I’m not even looking at the feet. Helloooo, look at him! I just want Eric Bana to lose that feaking robe and I’d ecstatically nibble on him. Mama mia... Thankee Xenu for the inventor of that pool lounge floating thingy!!!




So. Fess up. Who do you think have the bestest looking feet? Who will you consider playing footsie with? ;P

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You know I'm no good

Geesh, the Grammy’s voting grandpas are always out of date. I don’t even recognize most of the nominees (who the hell is Herbie Hascock?) and those that I do recognize pretty sure their songs came out the year I graduated from high school. This is why Brit Brit’s “Gimme More” didn’t win Album of the Year. Perhaps at the Grammy 2010? Well, it’s possible her album just really really sucked troll balls but what do I know? :/

Anywho, in case you’re wondering, I did see the show last night. Yep. Wanted to see Amy Winehouse. I love her voice, I love her songs, I love her uniqueness, heck, I even love her beehive. The last couple of months I was disgusted with what she’d been doing to herself, wasting all that talent for fucking drugs. Last night, however, her little dance step cracked me up LOL; her voice sounded thin but, compared to her fucked up EMA performance, she looked better—and lucid!—and she looked like she’s having fun.




I just have to add this, my fave performance of Wino so far, when she sang “Love is a Losing Game” at the Mercury Awards. God, she’s good. C’mon, woman, get back on track, gain a little more pounds and please, quit crack. Do not let me down!


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Friday, February 1, 2008

I'm fucking Matt Damon

I swear everything bad I said about Matt Damon and how unfuckable and unswoonsome he is, I now take back. (Though, I still think that Charlie Dillon needs a kick in the nuts!)




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Wednesday, January 30, 2008

Wild hogs couldn't drag Travolta away


Watch this creepy video on Defamer and then come back here and tell me: What do you reckon John Travolta was thinking?

a) “Woah, Cate Blanchett is lovely.” (In the 0.0078 chance he is even looking at her. *snort*)
b) “Cate’s dress is pretty. Hmmm, wonder if it comes in my size...”
c) “Nice beard, Viggo Mortensen.”
d) “Oh, Mr. Viggo, little Johnny is stayin ali-i-i-i-iiiiive. We’d hildalgo the wild hogs outta ya!”

For the record I think Cate is gorgeous and a fantastic actress. And once, while watching The Two Towers in the theatre , I couldn't help myself and screamed “Aragorn, take your clothes off! Taaaake iiiiittt ooooooooffff!” Some rude bastard threw me out, can you imagine? Hmph.



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Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Hallelujah! Praise the Lord!


Boyzilian n. A Brazilian bikini wax applied to a man.
Also: boyzilian, boy-zilian

HURRAH! Finally men get it: hairy balls and pubes = no blowjob 4 U LOL


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Intimate waxing is gaining popularity among males gay and straight salons. It wasn’t the first thing most people noticed when they saw the posters of David Beckham modelling a new range of designer underpants. But once they had finished inspecting the xylophone stomach muscles, cooed at the snug fit of his briefs and imagined themselves as the object of his come-hither look, their eyes were drawn to the footballer’s upper and inner thighs. They looked awfully smooth. Had he ... he hadn’t, had he? ... done his bikini line?

All over the country more and more men (gay and straight alike) are marching into beauty salons and demanding a “Boyzilian”, or as one Yorkshire-based salon bills it, “the Full Monty”. In other words, the complete or near-complete removal of hair in intimate areas using wax. If you have £120 to spare, you can even get it done in Harrods, in the Refinery spa.

Business is booming. “A year ago I was doing three men a week. Now I am doing three men a day,” she said. “I don’t know why it has suddenly become more popular, but when people come in they do mention David Beckham. Now that celebrities like him are open about waxing, it makes other men feel more comfortable about it.”


And people say celebrities don’t use their fame for good things. Ha! Becks has shown them!

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Friday, January 25, 2008

You have GOT to be kidding me

Jeebus Crust. Is Pat Field testing how much ridiculousness Sex and the City fans will take or she’s just getting senile? First, Sarah Jessica Parker appeared like an old tranny dressed as the Bride of Frankenstein. Then a confused gay-boy wearing his momma’s flowery satin curtains. And now THIS: a delusional cougar in a drunk prostitute’s dress and a rotting doughnut?!? (Source)




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Thursday, January 24, 2008

Calling Mr. Ray and Lucy Liu Bradshaw


Lucy Liu, you Sarah Jessica Parker are not! Please, woman, you look like a circus tent deflated all over you. *gag*

Now, this, sweet lawwd, has got to be a fucking joke:




Can anyone from Baltimore confirm if this is (was?) an actual business because I need to know if Mr. Ray sold one of those hideous mops to some unsuspecting halfwit. Harlot, you’ve been looking for a way to keep your curls; what better than a Mr. Ray wig? *g*

I can’t stop laughing!

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Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Heath Ledger is dead

What a tragedy. When Trollop told me about this last night I thought she’s just being Evil Trollop and was only joking, particularly when she mentioned he was found naked with pills in whatsherface Olsen twin’s apartment. And then this thing from some “church” came up:




I’d never even heard of this Westboro Baptist Church. According to Wikipedia, it’s a group that condemns lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender people, Roman Catholics, Muslims and Jews, as well as populations it believes are supporting the abovementioned groups, including Swedes, Canadians, Irish, British and Americans. They picket gay pride events and funerals, and achieved national notoriety due to its picketing of funeral processions for soldiers killed in Iraq war combat.

Ohhh, what hard-working and dedicated assholes! (I will not link or mention their website; they’ve gotten enough sordid publicity, abhorrent pigs!)

I never wish for anyone to die hanging by the balls in a public square where people took turn to beat him with bamboo sticks, but it’s hard not to when faced with the biggest group of ignorant fuckwits I have ever seen. These disgusting morons sure make Tom’s science fiction tree house church look like an amateur.

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Wednesday, January 16, 2008

Tom Cruise is fookin cwazy

I know you have the right to believe what you want but this is OMGWTFBBQ CWAAAAZZY! Apparently this indoc-whatsis video was made when they presented Tom Cruise the Freedom Medal of Valor. No clue what that is but I’m guessing it has something to do with him as Scientology’s blowhard and train conductor to cuckoo culttown.

It seems like a spoof but don’t let the Mission Impossible theme fool you. There’s a lot to watch—though nothing makes any sense—and this one in particular is worth quoting: “Being a Scientologist, when you drive pass an accident, it’s not like anyone else. As you drive pass, you know you have to do something about it, because you know you’re the only one who can really help.” Er, like Batman? And what happened to 911?

Imagine you’re in an accident and Tom Cruise is running towards you... Gah! GO AWAY, SHOO SHOO! Don’t voodoo me right back to life! I’ll be so scared I might actually fake my own death and hope that my increasing pool of blood would scare him off!


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Monday, January 14, 2008

The Golden Globes suck troll balls

Good lord, I never thought I’d see the Golden Globes reduced to a lame press conference—and on CNN! Sheesh. I’m not complaining about the lost of its giant production (who cares about that crap?) but the lost of the circus-like pre-show and funny antics from drunken actors. Also, I would have loved to see Daniel Day-Lewis, Johnny Depp and Javier Bardem accept their awards. Talk about parade of beautiful men... *dreamy sigh* yummily wearing tux! Oh, be still my heart!

Damn the Writers’ Strike! I understand, truly I do, the strike is necessary yada yada but it deprived me of eye candy! *grrr* cancelled every fucking thing I watch on TV. And even now darling Jon and The Daily Show is back, it still doesn’t feel the same thing. Why why why do they do this to me?!? *wails* I’m not sure if it will help to have Raoul kiss every inch of my body but my golly, we’ve got to try something!!!

Oh. And I might as well add, on the -98% chance House writers are reading TBB: Please. I. Want. The. Ducklings. Back. Make Taub meet The Carver, kill Thirteen with Addison’s disease, give Kumar his own Taj Mahal Badalandabad show or chlamydia—I don’t care how just GET RID OF THE BORING NEWBIES.

Got it? Goody. Now, here’s the list of winners of the sucky 2008 Golden Globes:

MOTION PICTURE

Picture, Drama: Atonement
Actress, Drama: Julie Christie, Away from Her
Actor, Drama: Daniel Day-Lewis, There Will Be Blood
Picture, Musical or Comedy: Sweeney Todd
Actress, Musical or Comedy: Marion Cotillard, La Vie en Rose
Actor, Musical or Comedy: Johnny Depp, Sweeney Todd
Supporting Actress: Cate Blanchett, I’m Not There
Supporting Actor: Javier Bardem, No Country for Old Men
Director: Julian Schnabel, The Diving Bell and the Butterfly
Screenplay: Ethan Coen and Joel Coen, No Country for Old Men
Foreign Language Film: The Diving Bell and the Butterfly (France/U.S.)
Animated Film: Ratatouille
Original Score: Dario Marianelli, Atonement
Original Song: “Guaranteed,” Into the Wild

TELEVISION

Series, Drama: Mad Men
Actress, Drama Series: Glenn Close, Damages
Actor, Drama Series: Jon Hamm, Mad Men
Series, Comedy or Musical: Extras
Actress, Comedy or Musical Series: Tina Fey, 30 Rock
Actor, Comedy or Musical Series: David Duchovny, Californication
Supporting Actress, Series, Miniseries or TV Movie: Samantha Morton, Longford
Supporting Actor, Series, Miniseries or TV Movie: Jeremy Piven, Entourage
Miniseries or TV Movie: Longford
Actress, Miniseries or TV Movie: Queen Latifah, Life Support
Actor, Miniseries or TV Movie: Jim Broadbent, Longford (Source)

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Thursday, January 10, 2008

"Some people, well, if they don't like Scientology, well, then, [bleep] you. Really. [Bleep] you. Period."


Oh, Tom, you sociopathic midget with a god complex. Dontcha know? There are a lot of fuckers out there. Or bleepers, whatever.

But really, what’s up with the media circus surrounding Andrew Morton’s wacky new Scientology exposé, Tom Cruise: An Unauthorized Biography? First, they claimed that Morton was forced to sell his London house and go “underground” because Tom Cruise threatened to eat his brain. Then they were like “tee hee, just kidding.” And then they leaked the “shocking” allegations of the book:
  • Tom’s daughter with Katie Holmes was conceived like Rosemary’s Baby, a film “in which an unsuspecting young woman is impregnated with the Devil’s child.” Morton claims that some “fanatical” Scientologists believe that Suri is the result of a sperm donation by Scientology’s dead founder, L. Ron Hubbard.
  • Morton implies that Scientology executives contributed to the failure of Tom’s marriage to Nicole Kidman. He also states that she was worried that her Scientology “audit” tapes, which contained details of her sex life, might be leaked if she spoke out.
  • The author says that Penelope Cruz’s father feared that his daughter would be drawn into a “cult” while she dated her Vanilla Sky co-star, and “emailed an organization devoted to helping cult members and their families.”
  • Morton says that Tom’s current mission is to recruit David and Victoria Beckham. (PageSix)
Outrageous allegations? Sure. But let’s be honest here, do you see anything NEW? I don’t. Some of these have been circulating since TomKat assaulted me with their yucky nonstop PDA (my poor eyes, I tell ya!).

Where’s the hint that Tom declared himself as the New Christ? (“Worship me, people of Teegeeack!”) Where’s the tidbit about Tom restoring an alien spaceship buried under a volcano somewhere? Where’s the story of Tom luring Becks and his android wife into a foursome with an intergalactic platypus?! Where, dammit, WHERE?!?

Mr. Morton, *tsk*tsk* I’m verra, verra disappointed...

**Quote from Rolling Stone’s “The Passion of The Cruise”
***Photo source: Gallery of the Absurd

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Friday, January 4, 2008

Harlot, just so you don't say I never do anything to make you laugh, you evil woman


It is not humanly possible to write a soap opera as dramatic as the life Britney Spears actually lives.

Tonight at Spears’ home, while allegedly on some sort of drugs, Britney refused to hand over her children to Kevin’s bodyguard at the court appointed time. The standoff lasted over four hours, and police, as well as Kevin himself came to confront the popstar.

TMZ is reporting that an ambulance actually took Britney from her home in a gurney, and that after over a year of totally insane behavior, medical professionals will finally have their say in the matter.

We’re told Britney is being taken to a local hospital on a “medical hold”—essentially a mental evaluation. Cops found her earlier this evening at her home under the influence of an “unknown substance.”




Let’s take a look back at Britney Spears’ toxic behavior in 2007... failed rehab attempts, random tattoos, that infamous shaved head incident, umbrella battles with the paparazzi, crotch shots, an uninspired VMA performance, that OK magazine breakdown, her daily habit of driving around Hollywood at night to be photographed, a constant change in companions, her feud with the rest of the Spears clan, an alleged affair with one of the paparazzi who follows her every move, and last but not least allegations of bad parenting including whitening her children’s teeth and feeding them pop out of their bottles.


I really feel sorry for this girl. I wonder if she could send a couple of those millions she throws away to me. I would surely put them to better use than she does. I mean, have you see the horrid clothes she wears? I’d buy way cuter stuff. *g*

Now these people should take a trip to London and find the crazy fuck goes by Amy Wino.


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