By Matt September 16, 2014 @ 9:00 AM
Transcripts from Robin Thicke’s deposition in the lawsuit filed by Marvin Gaye’s family show Thicke to be a talentless lying scrub. Thicke says he was high on Vicodin and booze and just showed up at the studio to fart up the place while Pharrell and the naked chicks wrote Blurred Lines. This throws Pharrell under the bus for lifting the song and conflicts with an interview Thicke did with GQ:
“Pharrell and I were in the studio and I told him that one of my favorite songs of all time was Marvin Gaye’s ‘Got to Give it Up.’ I was like, ‘Damn, we should make something like that, something with that groove.”
So, Thicke had the hazy idea to rip off the Gaye song, was too devoid of talent or fucked up to pull it off, so he brought in his musically gifted negro to do the heavy lifting. Thicke’s recounting allows him to distance himself from the thievery, yet still soak up whatever accolades the song received when people started listening to it on mute to see the hot tits.
“I wanted to be more involved than I actually was by the time, nine months later, it became a huge hit and I wanted credit. So I started kind of convincing myself that I was a little more part of it than I was and I — because I didn’t want him — I wanted some credit for this big hit. But the reality is, is that Pharrell had the beat and he wrote almost every single part of the song.”
Usually it takes some deep digging to prove someone is a rancid human being. Thicke has laid it all out in a PowerPoint presentation. I hope Pharrell hires somebody who weighs more than 100 lbs. to kick Robin Thicke’s ass and then hear all about the beating while he’s banging Thicke’s hot ex-wife and holding onto his hat.
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By Matt July 11, 2014 @ 6:04 AM
Robin Thicke’s newest album may have sold zero copies in Australia its opening week. I’m told by industry experts this is not a strong number. The relatively poor sales could be related to the fact that everybody is sick to shit of Robin Thicke. Men used to admire Thicke like men of a previous generation admired Deney Terrio. He just seemed so cool in his tight slacks if you could put aside the nagging feeling that you just might be super fucking gay. But this incessant whining to his wife to take him back just decimated any and all Thicke man crushes. Men simply can’t watch one another cower before their wives. We all know it’s going on in private, but to see it in the public square — you can’t look away fast enough.
The ladies are dropping Thicke as well. As much as they all imagined him unbuttoning his vest and making sweet tender love to their weeping vaginas, they had deeper affection for his love story with his childhood sweetheart. They will never forgive his banging the masseuse infractions. He betrayed women on every continent, and apparently Australia as well.
Without Thicke able to tactically deploy the hot dancing naked women, he’s dead in the water. Once Marvin Gaye’s family put all of Marvin’s old records in a lockbox and buried them deep beneath an alligator infested swamp, Thicke’s career was pretty much dead. This nonstop submissive tour is just the nail in the coffin. We had a good run though, didn’t we, Robin?
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By Lex June 30, 2014 @ 12:44 PM
Robin Thicke has spent the better part of the past four months singing love songs to Paula Patton who left him because he dry humped Miley Cyrus on camera then started sleeping with the couple’s joint masseuse off camera. There were probably other issues as well, like Robin wearing vests and sunglasses for no obvious reason. Ever since the breakup Robin’s been living the extended version of John Cusack in Say Anything except that he’s hoisting the boom box blasting his own crappy love songs. Every awards show or appearance is another opportunity for Robin to beg his wife to take him back. Robin’s composed so many new doleful ballads, he’s putting out an entire album next week cleverly titled, ‘Paula’. I’d like to think this is some cynical genius marketing ploy to sell fourteen new sorrowful tracks to chubby women who take long baths, but that’s only because I inherently refuse to believe any man can be such a pussy. At some point, Robin will be arrested for crooning love songs while sniffing his wife’s panties out of the hamper in the house he broke into. Until then, expect a new album of love-loss every four to six weeks.
By Travis May 19, 2014 @ 9:00 AM
Ever since Paula Patton dumped his ass for cheating on her after “Blurred Lines” became a huge hit and made him think that he was a god, Robin Thicke has vowed that he’d win his wife back, no matter what it takes. That’s why he used the Billboard Music Awards last night as his grand platform to apologize and grovel, as he not only singled her out when he accepted his Best R&B Song award, but he also performed his new single, “Get Her Back”, just for Paula. And then the apologies probably continued after the show, when he dedicated the sex that he was about to have with two random fans at the show to Paula, before calling her to scream out her name in the middle of climax so that she could hear firsthand just how sorry he really is.
By Travis May 15, 2014 @ 2:00 PM
Ever since Paula Patton split from Robin Thicke in February, because he couldn’t keep his dick in his pants after the success of that song he ripped off from Marvin Gaye, the singer has vowed to win her back by whining about how much he loves her every time someone points a camera at him. He did it right after the split (above), and now he’s going to do it on Sunday in front of a huge audience at the Billboard Music Awards, when he performs his new single, “Get Her Back.” Among the lines in the song are “All I wanna do is make it right” and “I should’ve kissed you longer,” and hopefully Patton offers her response in the form of a role in a new movie called Go Stick Your Dick in Miley’s Crack Again, Shithead.
By Lex May 02, 2014 @ 4:26 PM
The sum total of my relationship advice boils down to one simple phrase: fuck one person at a time. Most every cataclysmic death of an intimate relationship occurs because somebody had to start fucking outside the box. You can use all the modern day polyamory mumbo jumbo you want, when knocking boots starts involving more than two people, it’s going to end up with somebody crying and talking to a lawyer. Star magazine is now reporting that Paula Patton split with Robin Thicke because he was boning their threesome girl as just a twosome. The third wheel, known only as the mysterious ‘Jasmine the masseuse’ got into the bedroom mix with Paula and Robin after Robin said quite innocently one day, ‘Hey, honey, I know how to keep our marriage strong…’. He then produced the masseuse with a Cheshire grin and declared that her vagina was a present for the both of them. You might as well start the countdown clock then for when that marriage was going to end. I realize swinging works out okay for some fat couples in their 50′s in Orange County who can’t stand mounting each other’s jiggling folds any longer. But it’s not going to hold for people with decent options. Paula Patton is a good looking lady who makes money and movies with Denzel Washington. She doesn’t need to watch some chick named Jasmine teabagging her husband in his sunglasses to make her marriage work. And, you, toolbag, Robin Thicke. You don’t have to be married. By some fortune of God you’ve fallen into a position of being able to bone tons of super hot girls. Go do that. Bless you. Stop with the polyamorous open relationship marriage bulllshit. Nobody needs that.