Showing posts with label Jenny McCarthy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jenny McCarthy. Show all posts

Saturday, March 23, 2019

I Ain't One To Gossip But ...


What do you do when you were a semi-celebrity known for being an anti-vaxxer, and now you’re no longer relevant? Why, you drag your former boss through the mud. Amirite, Jenny McCarthy? Jenny is dishing the dirt from her time on The View, which if I recall correctly, was about ten excruciating minutes six or seven years ago.

McCarthy, out promoting a book called Ladies Who Punch: The Explosive Inside Story Of ‘The View’ compares Barbara Walters to Mommie Dearest and claims there was a power struggle between Whoopi Goldberg and Barbara, with Whoopi basically telling Barbara when and where she could speak.

But Jenny’s first Babs spat was when she guested on the show to promote her book, Louder Than Words: A Mother’s Journey in Healing Autism, and Babs let her have it:
“I walked into her dressing room and she blew up at me. She was screaming, ‘How dare you say this! That autism can be cured?’ My knees were shaking. I remember my whole body was shaking.”
When Jenny said she never used the word cured to describe Evan’s condition, Babs shrieked:
“You’re such a liar!”
Yeah, that totally sounds like Barbara Walters. I mean, because a few years later we’re to believe that Barbara Walters actually hired the liar? Uh huh. Jenny also claims that when rumors swirled that Barbara was ‘retiring” Whoopi was actually pushing her out to pasture … from the show Babs created.

Lastly, Jenny plays the Doddering Barbara card again about the day she mentioned Katy Perry in Hot Topics:
“I saw Barbara’s face with her big saucer eyes look at me, then we went to a commercial. She said, ‘Who is it that you’re talking about and why are you bringing her up?’ And I’m, like, ‘That’s Katy Perry. You interviewed her last week!’”
Jenny admits it was the wrong thing to say and then declares that the other hosts were kicking her under the table because that’s what they did as a signal of how to deal with Barbara. Funny, though, Jenny, that you can totally see under the table and I don’t recall anyone ever kicking you … though I bet they wanted to. But then your memory is probably fuzzy because you only had that job for a hair’s breadth and haven’t really done much since… except “write” a book to make a few coins.

PS Jenny also relays a fabulous story about the time Barbara Walters demanded that she flush a tampon down the toilet.

Tampon is a euphemism for Jenny’s career.
Oh, those Kardastrophes. They love posting pictures of themselves on social media, but just can’t get the hang of PhotoShop.

This time is lesser known Kardastrophe sister, Kourtney, who has been promoting some mysterious brand of hers called Poosh, and used that picture as her latest promo shot.

Sad thing is that the face seems pasted onto the body, and part of her left leg is missing, and there’s some kind of growth on her hand.

Seriously, can’t That Woman get them an update on PhotoShop?
Speaking of PhotoShop, Miss Jackson, if your ego is bruised, needs a lesson or two herself.

It appears that Janet Jackson tried to “edit” a poster for this summer’s Glastonbury Festival to give herself top billing ... the original is on the left, the Jackson version is on the right.

Days after the British festival officially announced that the singer had been added to the lineup for the five-day music event—headlined by The Killers and The Cure—Miss Jackson tweeted out an image of the poster that gave herself top billing.

Yes, she did.

Nasty.
And perhaps Janet or Kourtney could give Michael Feinstein a lesson in Facebooking, after a misleading post by Feinstein left some fans thinking he’d stolen an Oscar from Hollywood royalty, Gay Icon, and Judy’s daughter, Liza Minnelli.

Feinstein and his husband, Terrence Flannery, have been all up in Liza’s business since she moved from New York to Los Angeles four years ago, and on the night of the Oscars this year, Feinstein posted a photo of a gold Oscar statuette and identified it as Vincente Minnelli’s 1959 Best Director Oscar for “Gigi” saying:
“Vincente gifted me this beautiful statue many, many year [sic] ago. It remains on the mantel in my bedroom, so I may appreciate it and Mr. Minnelli’s immense talent, daily.”
Liza fans, or fan, were immediately suspicious since nothing is more sacred to Miss Minelli than her daddy, and his Oscar. Even Liza friends, like pianist Billy Stritch commented:
“Wow I didn’t realize that was your Oscar! So nice of you to let Liza display it in her apartment for all those years. Bet you’re glad to have it back in your bedroom!”
Stritch later deleted the comment; perhaps after Feinstein cleared up the confusion by editing his post to blame an “assistant in my employ” for the “misinformation”:
“The photo was taken a few years ago during construction at Liza’s home. I kept it for safekeeping while workers and strangers had full run of her home during a remodel. Upon construction completion, the Oscar was safely returned to Liza’s possession.”
Wait, so your friend’s house is being remodeled and you ask to hold her Daddy’s Oscar but not Liza FREAKING Minelli?

What kind of old school, gay are you, you monster?
Roseanne Barr, who lost her career and her TV show for being a racist asshat and has since gone on a world tour blaming anyone and everything for her stupidity, now has a new target: it’s Darlene’s fault.

Yes, Roseanne’s pretend TV daughter, Sara Gilbert, ruined her career and destroyed her life. It wasn’t the Ambien and your talent for talking when you should shut up? What?

Although Roseanne was warned by ABC bigwigs many times about her Twitter usage, even before the reboot aired, she repeatedly ignored requests to shut her effing mouth, and so Sara Gilbert stepped up to end it all for her.

Roseanne says it’s because, on May 29, 2018, about 30 minutes before ABC announced the death of Roseanne, Sara Gilbert tweeted that Barr’s comments were “abhorrent and do not reflect the beliefs of our cast and crew or anyone associated with our show” and that’s what ended it:
“She destroyed the show and my life with that tweet. She will never get enough until she consumes my liver with a fine Chianti.”
Um, Roseanne, do you even know Gilbert? She’s a vegetarian, fer chrissakes!
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Saturday, July 23, 2016

It's Snarkurday!

The story goes like this … Kanye says he asked Taylor swift about a lyric in one of his “songs” where he says he’d “f**k” her and she said that was fine. What wasn’t fine, was Kanye calling Taylor a “b*tch” in the same song; she says Kanye never talked about that.

Well, Kanye records his phone calls, and Missus Kanye, er, Kim Kardastrophe, released the video of Kanye asking Taylor about the lyrics and Taylor saying, “Yeah, go ahead and call me a b*tch, everyone else does.” Or something.

Well, TayTay threatened to press charges against Kanye for recording their conversations because that’s a crime in California … IF … the conversation is confidential. Sadly Kanye had Swifty on speaker so, yeah, not so confidential Tay.

So, while Swifty hasn’t hired a Teletubbie attorney, she is considering filing a police report against The Kardastrophes. She says that, while she heard other voices in the room, she didn’t know she was on speaker, so she didn’t think they could hear her.

Oh honey. Stop.

I find it hilarious that she’s pissy about being called a b*tch but has no problems with Kanye saying he wanted to f**k her.

But it isn’t just the Kardastrophes who are beefing with Swifty …


A street artist from Melbourne named Lush Sux, following Kim Kardastrophes airing of “the vide-ho”— not a typo — has taken a page from the social media nuts who now claim that Kim Killed Taylor and created a memorial artwall for Swifty … though to cover his ass, he does call her “Taylor Smith.”

The mural, with a by no means unflattering portrait of the “Bad Blood” singer, reads, “In loving memory of Taylor Smith, 1989-2016.”

And now, Smith, er, Swift’s lawyers are threatening to sue.

Lush Sux did not give any details about the ALLEGED email, citing legal reasons, but has said he will not destroy the memorial.

RIP Taylor Smith.


So, Jenny McCarthy. Sheesh. With all her attention to plastic surgery and Botox and fillers and chemical peels, she really is one to talk. No, I mean she’s talking about it … a lot.

On her radio show last week she spoke with “actress” Tara Reid, of Sharknado fame, and the conversation quickly devolved … as a conversation between two morons usually does. Jenny started off nice, but, you know, ratings and press, she slipped into bitch mode.

Jenny complemented Tara her latest reality show appearance in Marriage Boot Camp: Reality Stars:
“I f**king love you on that show, but are you glad you did it?”
“It’s not worth the time to talk about. There’s confusing things about it. We are not talking about it.”
McCarthy continued to try and talk about it, until Reid said:
“Babe, I asked you, please let’s not talk about this show. We’re all here about Sharknado.”
So, Jenny did, and asked Reid if she had to get into peak physical shape for it.
“It’s not like you really need to get into shape. It’s Sharknado. They’re fake sharks.”
So, McCarthy went shark, and brought up the topic of Reid’s past surgeries and asked if she was still going under the knife.
“No, I haven’t had any surgery for awhile … Jenny.”
And Jenny dug deeper, with almost surgical precision:
“You look great now. So, you’re good and done, not moving forward with plastic surgery?”
“I think I’ve made that clear about 100 times. Maybe you only read the bad things, but I’ve made that really clear for so many years. Read what you want to read… It was really nice talking to you and really good luck with your show.”
Reid starts to get up and Jenny snaps back:
“Good luck to you, too, and I’m so excited about Sharknado and I hope you stay married.”
“I hope you stay married too. I’m sure he’s a nice guy. I hope your tits get even nicer, because they’re amazing. The same guy who did mine, right? I’ll always use your advice. You’re the best. Bye.”
“Love you, Tara. Good luck with Sharknado 18.”
Ouch. It hurts when has-beens fight.


This is a bizarre story.

Apparently, the now twice-nominated actor Tituss Burgess — Unbreakable Kimmy Schimdt —called a moving company to pick up his couch to be reupholstered.

When the movers didn’t show up on time, Tituss called back and the company said they were 15 minutes away and would give him a discount. Then they asked Tituss to write a Yelp review for them and he agreed to write a review when the job was done but as soon as he hung up, the “company” texted him back and said:
“No review, no show.”
And Tituss went off:
“My name is Tituss Burgess. I’m an Emmy Nominated Actor for Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt currently streaming on Netflix. Thats besides the point.”
And we’ll stop … is it really, Tituss? Really?
“These guys are the absolute most UNPROFESSIONAL workers I have EVER DEALT WITH. I called this man this morning. We chatted. He said he could move my couch at 1pm which was the time I requested. 1:30 still no movers. I called back and he says I will give you a discount .. I said ok. He says but you have to post a review on yelp. I said when you complete the job I will complete the review … he texts saying no review no show. This went on for about 45 minutes. It Completely threw my entire day. I called him about 9 times but he wouldn’t pick up but he somehow was capable of texting. DO NOT USE THIS COMPANY. Im going to post this to twitter to my instagram to my Facebook. You messed with the wrong Queen.”
And then he went all kinds of hashtag ..
#franksexpress
#Igotcha
#lizaminelli
#DONOTTHREATENMEIWILLWIN.”
Wait? What? Hashtag “lizaminelli” is a threat?

Well, the “company” has responded and says they don’t know Tituss … his ego just exploded … and that no one at the “company” ever spoke to him and then posted this to their website:
“Dear Tituss! We are very sorry for fatal misunderstanding. But we have never spoken with you by phone. We never reserve our trucks and crews via phone. It is rule! … We never ask our customer about good reviews before a move. And of course our dispatcher never threatens to our customers. We are very small Company and we watch our reputation. It would be an honor to help Tituss Burgess for us … but we suspect that someone is using our good Company name and our reputation … “
 And it goes on and on and on because the owner, like Tituss, doesn’t know when to sit down ... on the couch that no one ever bothered to pick up?


Time is a cruel mistress, though you can fight the ravages of aging on your face and skin and hair and chins but not your hands.

I mean, take Madonna, she has the face of a twenty-year-old and the hands of Margaret Hamilton from the Wizard of Oz. But she also has cash … and though she used to wear gloves every time she stepped out … she is now showing off her new hands.

The British tabloids, which call them “Madonna mitts” might have to stop because Madge has undergone several rounds of something called “redermalization mesotherapy.”

The procedure, which ALLEGEDLY originated in Russia … Putin’s hands are like a newborn baby … takes 45 minutes and involves 80 to 100 micro-injections of amino acids, vitamins, and hyaluronic acid “to stimulate the production of skin-plumping collagen.”

Sadly, at first, the amino acids and hyaluronic acid form unsightly bubbles on the skin, but within about 24 hours, hands regain visible volume and elasticity, resulting in a smoother, more wrinkle-free look.

I imagine Madge’s boy-toys are happy with the change because the old Madge handjobs felt like sandpaper on your privates … or so I’ve been told.

Now if she could do something about her neck?

Friday, November 27, 2015

I Didn't Say It ... Giving Thanks Edition

Chris Hemsworth, on passing the 'Sexiest Man Alive' baton on to David Beckham

“Although I knew for the last 12 months this day would come, it still hurts. As I fade into my weathered wrinkled exterior, I hope my time will be remembered then forgotten then forgotten some more (insert crying music). P.S. It’s what’s on the inside that counts. P.P.S. David Beckham is so dreamy and has cool tats.”

On this day after Thanksgiving, I am thankful that Chris Hemsworth is around to be my Sexiest Man Alive every year, and that he's secure enough in himself to call Beckham 'dreamy.'
Chris is the dreamy one.
Jenny McCarthy, on Charlie Sheen’s HIV+ reveal: 

“Playing even his love interest on the show, back in the day, I go, ‘Ick! That’s not fair. It’s scary.’ I have sympathy for him because, you know, he’s sick and it’s awful, but man, he’s going to have to take some major accountability with many people in his life.”

And, still giving thanks, I am thankful that most people have a brain that fully functions and don't act so foolishly when it comes to HIV.
You’re an idiot, Jenny. Vaccines. HIV. You’re an idiot.
Chloë Grace Moretz, actress, on her family and her two gay brothers Trevor and Colin:

“To see my brothers struggle with the anxiety of having to come out was awful.  … People would call them the F-word, and I would get so angry. It was really hard to see my brothers be hated on or bullied, so I stood up for them. We shouldn’t be using these terms to create more labels and segregate us further apart than we already are…Back when my mom was in college, when things were more taboo, she had lots of gay and trans friends, people of all shapes, sizes, and colors. So we were a very open household. My mom tells us people asked her, ‘Why are you letting your son run around in a pink Power Ranger costume?’ Her answer was: ‘Because he wants to wear it, and it makes him smile. Why would I take that away from him?’”

And I am thankful that there are sisters, and families, like this one in the world.
Lily Tomlin, on why she waited to come out to her mother:

“The one reason I didn’t come out more fully, really, is because I knew it would hurt my mother. She was so southern, so Methodist, she believed so much in Jesus … My mother was pretty traditional. Most of my relatives? Same thing. That generation would be horrified, 20, 30 years ago, if I’d announced it to them. So I never did.”

And I am thankful that times have changed, and parents, even southern parents, have decided to love their children, no matter what their orientation.
Mike Rawlings, Dallas Mayor, on how ISIS is no more Islamic than the Nazi’s were Christian:

“I am more fearful of large gatherings of white men that come into schools, theaters and shoot people up, but we don’t isolate young white men on this issue.”

And, lastly, still giving thanks, I am thankful that there are politicians who aren’t afraid to call out hypocrisy, and to call out the NRA, and call out this country’s love of guns and gun nuts.

Saturday, October 31, 2015

It's Snarkurday!

So Donnie Wahlberg may divorce Jenny McCarthy because she’s immature? Um … duh?
It seems Donnie wanted Jenny to be a “traditional” of wife and, at first, she seemed cool with the idea, saying she was tired of being “strong” and “independent”—uh huh, as is strong and independent while Jim Carrey was paying the hills—but now trouble’s a’brewing … and a source — highly doubtful that’s it’s Lohan … this time — says:
 “Their marriage is doomed.  It’s just a matter of time before they split. Donnie expects Jenny to behave like a wife, cooking and taking care of the family instead of relying on outside help. But she resists his alpha male act.”
The source goes on to say that the quirks that initially attracted Donnie to Jenny are now just annoying to him and to make matters worse they have conflicting ideas about how to parent their blended family (he has two sons, she has one), and some say Jenny wants to be that boss. At this point, their reality show — and who knew they had a reality show? — may be the only thing holding them together.

Again, I go back to Donnie expecting Jenny could be an adult and I say, ‘Duh.’


In Icky Couple News … Rupert Murdoch is dating Jerry Hall.

Yup, 84-year-old Murdoch who fired his last wife two years ago, decided not to find a twenty-something to bang, but instead chose 59-year-old Jerry Hall.

Rupert and Hall … RupHall?


There have been longtime rumors that Jay Z once bumped uglies with Rihanna and that’s why Solange came for him in that elevator brawl after the Met Ball a couple of years back.

But now, according to Jay Z and RiRi’s former publicist, Jonathan Hay — yes, they shared a publicist and only a publicist … get your minds outta the gutter — says that rumor is about as real as Beyoncé’s hair and singing voice. And bendable pregnancy bump

Hay says he was forced to, ahem, “tell the truth” after being outed as a lair by J. Randy Taraborrelli, author of Becoming Beyoncé, who claims Hay used that story to drum up publicity before the release of RiRi’s first single, “Pon de Replay.” And Hay says he’s already apologized to Beyoncé and given her his first born … a girl called Blue Ivy … or something.

Still, I believe Hay’s story as much as I believe that the pictures on Beyoncé’s Instagram haven’t been photoshopped to within an inch of their lives.


If it ever comes up in your life that you become Tom Cruise’s roommate, just say ‘No.’ That bitch is a bitch about the fridge.

While filming his new movie Mena — in which he plays a drug-running pilot — Tommy shared a home with Doug Liman, the film’s director, and Gary Spinelli, the writer of the piece, with each man taking his own floor of the home and then sharing the kitchen and living room.

But Tommy, who supposedly plays a 500-pound man in the film, isn’t keen on that whole sharing business, and refused to let the other men eat any of his food in the refrigerator. Not the Kale chips, not the tofu, not the souls of small children, and especially not the Tupperware containing Nicole Kidman’s fingernail clippings.

Bitch is a bitch about his food, and there is no sharesies. And do not get him going about not doing your dishes because then there would have been a three hour Xenu lecture with an exam and auditing to follow.


So Halle Berry has failed at marriage … again. Three marriages, three divorces, and one 'un'-marriage with baby Daddy Gabriel Aubry.

Methinks Halle needs The Single Life … Permanently.

But Halle tried to be sly when filing for divorce because she actually used fake names on the papers so the media wouldn’t find out right away. She called herself “Hal Maria” and named soon-to-be-in-a-custody-battle-with-her Olivier Martinez “Oliver Martin.”

And Olivier doesn’t think this was at all kosher, you know, fake names and all, so he instantly filed his own papers using their real names, Olivier Martinez and Halle-Can’t-Stay-Married Berry.

Oh and he also filed himself because he wasn’t legally served — as in a process server gives you the papers — because Halle handed, I giggle, because she probably hurled, them to him.

So, prepare for yet another Halle Berry Messy Break-up with rumors of bad tempers and mean people and poor Halle. But I look at it like this: if you’re the person who’s been married thrice, and been in more than a couple of handfuls of relationships that mostly ended badly, should you be throwing shade?


Last Summer former child star and adult reality show whore, Kim Richards was caught stealing from a Target store in Van Nuys. This came on the heels of a boozy weekend in Mexico, which came on the heels of being dragged out by her Manolo's from the Beverly Hills Hotel for being a belligerent drunk. In between came the news that she was “let go” from RHoBH.

Well, Richards has been sentenced and, as happens in LA when even the most pseudo-of-celebrities get busted, the judge threw the book at her. Well, he threw a pamphlet. He gave her 300 hours of community service, 3 years probation and ordered her to attend 52 AA meetings.

That’s what child stars get for stealing from Target, but even more oddly, this is almost the exact same sentence she got for being a drunken, cop kicking mess at the Beverly Hills Hotel: 30 days of community service, 3 years probation and 52 AA meetings.

Even better, the judge didn’t add her latest sentence to her last sentence, as in 300 hours + 30 days of community service and 104 AA meetings; no, she just has to complete 52 AA meetings and 300 hours of community service.

Unless of course she gets busted again before I finish this sentence in which case she'll probably be sentenced to a spa somewhere.

The upside is that both the Beverly Hills Hotel and that Target in Van Nuys have banned her ass from ever appearing there again.


Okay, I am not a Britney fan and if I ever wanted to see Britney Spears in concert, I’d cut her picture out of an old Star magazine, tape it to a popsicle stick and bounce it in front of my face while playing one of her songs.

I mean, it’d be more lifelike, right? And sing better?

And apparently that’s what more and more people think because no one is rushing to buy tickets to see her You Wanna Piece of Me show in Vegas; Spears has been struggling to sell tickets ever since she debuted and there are tons of open seats most nights.

And Spears blames one Celine Dion, whom, if I ever wanted to see her perform live, I’d have myself committed first because my heart would not go on.

I’m hoping that either Planet Hollywood — the home of the Spears’ “show” — and Caesars Palace — where Celine rules — get together and pit the women in  cage match.

I‘d see that.

Saturday, April 04, 2015

It's Snarkurday!

Color me surprised … I kid, I’m not the least bit surprised … but Jennifer Lopez and her decades younger boy-toy Casper Smart are back together following their “breakup” last year.

Except they never really broke up; Casper has been around JLo this whole time, but she played the “just friends” card because she had a movie, The Boy Next Door, to promote, and it would look better if she was a cougar on the prowl rather than a cougar with her plaything.

So, she pretended to be dating, er, hooking up, with her Boy Next Door co-star Ryan Guzman to help sell tickets, but that didn’t work; the movie bombed; Guzman and Lopez are never seen again; she’s back with Casper.

Must be nice to be the boy-toy of the superstar who keeps you in hiding while she pretends to date someone else so people will go see her movie and then when it tanks she starts showing up with you again.

That’s love, JLo style.


Little Tommy Cruise always makes a point of the fact that he does all his own stunts because he’s totally fit and heroic and so manly and so butch. But, I kinda wonder, with so many millions on the line — his big budget retreads cost big bucks and he makes big bucks doing them — why a movie studio would let their star risk his life in such a way?

Well, apparently they do it because if they don’t let Tommy hang from the side of a building he throws a pissy fit.

And it’s his BFF and Mission Impossible stunt coordinator Wade Eastman who spills the beans:

“He stomps his feet and fights for it and tells [the studio] that basically if they don’t [let him], he’s not going to do the movie. When he wants to do something cool, he’ll fight to the death in order to do it.”

Funny, though, when I think ‘fight to the death’ I don’t think of a diminutive movie star with a giant ego teetering on his lifts. I mean, if Cruise ever fell off his shoes that would really be dangerous.


It’s no secret that The View is on its last legs. I mean, the show started going downhill with the hiring of Sherri ‘The Earth Is Flat’ Shepard, and continued with the departure of Joy Behar and the addition of Jenny ‘Vaccine Denier’ McCarthy.

But the killer is that Jenny’s husband, Donnie Wahlberg says that View producers wanted her back on the show after Rosie flew the coop:

“She’s very gracious about ‘The View’ and I told her the day that she left, I said they’re going to ask you back within six months. She won’t say it, but they did. Not officially, but they did.”

“Not officially,” means that Jenny and Donnie are making this up out of whole cloth just to keep their names in the press. The View wouldn’t ask McCarthy back because she was a complete and utter moron, making faces at the camera, while there.

Yeah, they’d want that back. Child, please, they aren’t that desperate.


More View? Well, Barbara Walters is officially insane. I know, it seems like she’s been insane for a lotta years but now, well, we need a rubber room for Grandma.

Apparently Babs, seeing her baby, The View, crashing and burning nearly every week with hosts in, and hosts out, and hosts fighting, says she has the solution to the problem: Monica Lewinsky.

A network source — and it ain’t Lohan because she hasn’t got a job right now — says:

“Barbara believes that Monica could make ‘The View’ competitive and compelling, and while a lot of Washington’s elite may scratch the show off its must-visit press list, the younger demographic of online users would tune in daily to see what she had to say.”

The good news is that no matter how crazy Babs acts, and no matter what kinda crazy falls from her lips, she has no say in the matter; she sold rights to the show back to ABC a year before she retired, so this really means nothing.

Except that Crazy Baba Wawa actually thought having to listen to Monica Lewinsky play the Twenty-Year-Old-Victim-Card five days a week was a good idea.

Crawl back into the crypt, Babs, we’ll wake you when something really important happens on The View … which will be never.


Remember when Vanilla Ice, AKA Robert Van Winkle, was arrested for breaking into a Florida home and stealing anything that wasn’t nailed down so he could use them in a house he was remodeling?

And remember when he said the whole thing was a joke … a misunderstanding … and would all be cleared up because he’s innocent?

Yeah, not so much. This week Ice, or do we call him Vanilla, accepted a plea deal to perform community service and a fine for his crime.

Wow. I though “Ice Ice Baby” was the moist embarrassing thing he could ever do … but apparently there’s a sub-basement to his humiliation which includes being busted for stealing pool filters and bicycles.


I like when porn stars stick together …

Apparently Paris Hilton, during a recent interview with Yahoo! Style — which begs the question, why is anyone interested in interviewing Paris Hilton — was asked if she thought her career … career? … paved the way for Kim Kardastrophe and what she thought about the idea that the Kardastrophes wouldn’t be around were it not for Paris Hilton. And she said:

“We’ve known each other since we were little girls. We’ve always been friends. It’s nice to inspire people. So yeah, I’m really proud of her and what she’s done.”

Inspire people? To what? Lay flat on their back, point their heels toward Jesus and get screwed, literally, on film, and then become a household name?

How inspiring. Porn stars sticking together.