By Matt December 15, 2014 @ 6:06 AM
A model Jerry Garcia penned a couple squeamishly shy love letters to in the 1980′s is parting with her keepsakes for a few bucks at auction. Jerry Garcia was so intensely counterculture, he didn’t even bang hot models because that was just too corporate. Also, too much work when you’re fat and stoned and some grungy entourage chick is sucking you dry each evening and never complaining about you eating chips while she works.
If you’re down to pawning your Jerry Garcia trite poems on hotel stationery, you’ve probably already sold mom’s urn and at least one of your kidneys. It’s sort of sad when you have to go selling old keepsakes to pay the rent. Though not as bad as being one of those entourage chicks who often got pee in their mouths while Jerry faded into unconscious.
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By Lex December 12, 2014 @ 1:28 PM
I suppose this is the natural happenstance of having a best friend who you occasionally make out with and sleeps over at your place a lot and looks rather suspiciously just like you. They’re going to start dressing in your shit. At some point Taylor Swift is going to have to tell Karlie Kloss they need some boundaries and give her stuff back. Perhaps in a song. Just no confrontations on T & K’s pizza and purge night. That’s sacred.
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By Lex December 12, 2014 @ 1:03 PM
Creed frontman Scott Stapp has progressed from rambling self-videos about how he’s not on drugs to his wife calling 911 because Stapp’s riding around the neighborhood topless on a bike telling everybody he works for the CIA and he’s on a mission to kill Obama. There can’t be more than a thirty percent chance that is true, and if it is, abort the mission, Langley, the goose has been cooked, I repeat, the goose has been cooked.
It’s always sad to see a guy who’s always bugged the shit out of you now carrying backpacks full of downloaded Internet screen shots and talking about killing the Commander in Chief. Inevitably, all crazy talk boils doing to believing your a secret agent or a heaven sent angel and you need to kill somebody in the White House. You’d think every now and then paranoid schizophrenics might hear voices in their head telling them to mow the lawn or helicopter Kris Jenner to the North Pole and then ditch. Nope, just Presidential murder plots and removing chips from their brains. What a waste.
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By Lex December 12, 2014 @ 12:44 PM
In her quest to make the world a better place for skinny women who find parenting and being pleasant to their husbands rather droll, Gwyneth Paltrow released a line of expensive bras on her Goop website that only fit chicks with small tops who don’t mind paying $100 out the door for a brassiere. In an era when the chic trend is to go without any boob support, the Paltrow bra is specifically designed for women who want to let the world know that just getting to second base is going to be a monster pain in the ass
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By Lex December 12, 2014 @ 12:02 PM
You hate to see magazine people run out of ideas in series so quickly. When Maxim named Miley Cyrus the hottest woman in the universe despite her recessive marmoset features, the magazine circled the tank like a floater preparing for a five mile trek to waste treatment. Love magazine is only a few names into their video calendar feature series and they pulled out Pamela Anderson. When you don’t get the race car in Monopoly, you don’t dive down for thimble. You’ve got the battleship. The Scottie dog. Don’t back into the thimble just because it once blew Tommy Lee in all eighteen Southern California Norms restaurant parking lots one lost weekend.
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By Lex December 12, 2014 @ 11:44 AM
Amy Pascal, the co-chair of Sony, has initiated a heartfelt strategy of carefully worded mea culpas, and a briefcase full of hundreds to Al Sharpton and Jesse Jackson to serve as reparations for her emails containing blatantly racist remarks about President Obama. The only other option was to admit that rich white Liberals like to make black jokes. The truth is no way to keep your seven figure gig.
Pascal states how horrible it is to be judged on a ten-second snippet of your entire life’s work. Naturally, that presumes the one single time she made fun of black people in private was the one time Kim Jong Un’s forces of evil just happened to be stationed in a submarine in the Los Angeles river horking her emails. Bullshit that can’t be easily refuted is tantamount to the truth.
Pascal talked about the spiritual healing process she’s begun with Jackson and Sharpton on five easy installment payments, how she’s not really a racist like those white bible clingers in the South, and how nobody should blame Sony because the money they give her allows her in turn to donate heavily to the darkie in the White House she adores like a pet monkey she’d name Mr. Cheebs. Also, she can easily name two movies Sony has made under her tenure where black people were portrayed in a not super negative manner. Pascal didn’t want to out and out say it, but she’s pretty much the Rosa Parks of the studio executive ranks. I see an Image Award in somebody’s future.
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By Lex December 12, 2014 @ 11:01 AM
I love that chick pose when they glance down at their own ass. There’s something especially enticing there. She’s monitoring her ass you like she’s a drone and it’s a honey distribution center in Yemen. You caress that perfect thing and she might giggle, she might slap you, her French half-brother she used to sleep with might assault you with a baton and the scent of depravity. It’s all a grand game. Now buy some fucking bikinis for you wife and your secret second wife. It’s Christmas.
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By Lex December 12, 2014 @ 10:10 AM
Everybody has one fucked up fling in their life they can’t forget. Some horribly wrong person they fucked and even told they’d love forever only to realize they were tying themselves to some spawn of Satan. Better if it’s some chick named Angela who burned your clothes and called your grandmother a whore but who you and your buddies can all agree was crazy hot. Worse if it’s a lesbian looking Tom Thumb who is universally despised by everybody over the age of puberty. Selena Gomez is still crying and writing songs and crying and singing and talking overly complimentary about Justin Bieber in interviews. It’s some weird miniature Svengali trick he has going on. Chicks in music don’t mix heroin with their pain killing booze any longer so they tend to stick around and be really fucking annoying. If you want to blame weed for some cultural ill, this would be it.
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