You don’t hear much about cold fusion these days because most of science is now involved in piecing these Housewives together and sending them out into public to see if they can pass. Water is the new environment to be tested. A few of the Atlanta wives completely dissolved in failed trial runs. If this chick can go three hours in the aquatic, the next step will be strapping torpedoes to several of the shows’ girdled up barflies and shooting them up the Euphrates toward ISIS strongholds. Nobody wants to risk the lives of real people.
Go Daddy has decided to pull a pretty funny Super Bowl commercial featuring a lost puppy who finds his way back home only to be stuffed into a crate and sold on eBay by an evil puppy mill wench. The ad was intended to mock Budweiser’s ridiculously cheese dick ad about a similar puppy and his Brokeback Mountain style relationship with his owner. PETA sounded off and Go Daddy’s CEO relented because it’s just not fucking worth it with these people:
“What should have been a fun and funny ad clearly missed the mark and we will not air it… because we’re pussies.”
I took some liberty with that very last part. Animal rights activists feel strongly this one hypothetical puppy matters because it’s fluffy and they are experiencing menopause and devoid of reason. But mostly this is the fault of GoDaddy and the weak willed corporate culture that cave to political correctness. They made the fucking commercial and obviously patted themselves on the back for being hilarious rebels of the business world. A few angry social media posts from humorless small dog owners later and ballsy is replaced with whatever the opposite of ballsy is. American corporations used to fund coups in foreign countries. Now they’re backing off Super Bowl ad buys because DreaLUVSCalicos is flaming them on Twitter. Even the Chinese eunuchs are laughing at us now.
Kids that grew up in the 80′s were punched in the dick by the news of the all female cast of the new Ghostbusters. Kristen Wiig and Melissa McCarthy and a couple of the less expensive chicks from SNL will take the place of the original cast. Why is this happening? Oh yeah, Hollywood hates original ideas.
There’s no ambitious escort taping racist comments by billionaires in Austria. They all say racist shit and everybody raises their glass in cheers. That’s why octogenarian billionaires can receive tit jobs from 20-something barbie dolls without fear of being extorted. Richard Lugner is the construction industry magnate who paid Kim Kardashian half a mill to be his date to the Viennese Ball last year. He griped when she brought E! TV cameras along and refused to let him finger her butthole while telling her stories about how Hitler and his dad were swimming pool safety buddies. Much easier to find a blonde German Playboy model and give her a ring and a personal services contract. It’s easy to mock an elderly dude who marries a young girl so his man-servant can maneuver his crinkled peen gently into her vagina. It’s less easy to admit, that’s exactly what I would fucking do if I was 82 and had a billion dollars.
Everybody in Paris was buzzing about Taylor Swift’s lesbian girlfriend’s nipple slip during the Versace show. I think. They speak that gobbledygook language. They might’ve been talking about what sparkling white pairs best with cock. The only excitement in a fashion show is when you see some tit. Everything else is just the white noise of rich people without enviable hobbies. All the designers know they’re frauds with their auto-tuned versions of whatever shit came out years before. The buyers know it, the models, the French waiters cupping their dirty ball sacks then rubbing their soiled fingers over the drinking glasses of the fascists. It’s a grand illusion. Which like any dream is only worth having when a chick is topless and she’s not your mother. I really wish I’d stop having that one.
The world was better when skinny girls ridiculed fat girls. It was mean and cruel and often resulted in depression and suicide but it was simple and everybody knew the rules. Now the insecurity women feel about their bodies because men judge them harshly in women’s magazines run by women for women have run completely amok. You’ve got fat girls calling out skinny girls. Injected ostrich looking women calling out Anglican girls for lack of curves. Poor fucking Hayley Hasselhoff is getting shit for not being fat enough:
But it does seem like people will always want to criticize the fashion industry. They are upset when plus size models aren’t featured in campaigns, but then when they are, they’re upset because they aren’t plus size enough.
Hayley receives constant criticism from the fatties for only being a size 12. Far too fat to be a traditional model, not fat enough to become winded microwaving sausage biscuits at the 7-Eleven at three am. Everybody hates you when you’re half-in.
You may recognize this chick’s mons pubis from her voice work in Borderlands 2 as that other girl who says a couple things. Her turn came in the queue of attractive women marched onto the Malibu beach each morning to hold a bottled water and smile like her parents would soon be freed. If she photographs well, she’ll be given half a can of Ensure and directed to the back of the line for another rotation. If not, she’ll be filled with Jaeger and dropped off in a van in front of the Arizona State dorms like all the other girls there on a Sunday morning. Assembly lines continue to make this country the envy of the world.
It’s not unusual for a husband to watch his wife get dressed. Unless it is. It probably is. Kanye has been infatuated with his wife even before they were together. He used to imagine Kim while pounding Amber Rose with his headphones on. That’s a special kind of bond that defies time and space and decency. Kim seems to enjoy the intense attention. She visited Entertainment Tonight to hawk some sort of shit and shared a snapshot of life with Kanye:
I mean, we do everything together from right as I was leaving here, like, ‘How do I look babe? How does my outfit look?’ And you know, he’s like ‘Eww, those shoes are bad, take those off, here, put these on, OK.
That’s darling. Or gay or crazy. We won’t know for certain until the murder-suicide note becomes public. Family and friends will comment in cutaways on the E! Special how there simply were no signs. And we will chuckle and mutter ‘Eww, those shoes’.