Saturday, 25 May 2013

HOLDING ON TO THE FLOOR WITH BOTH HANDS

FULL MOON OVER BRAMPTON  
Which, for once, thanks to the miracle of filters and Photoshop, does not look as though it sucks the devil's pimpled ass.

What you are looking at here is a full moon over my townhouse complex. How much trouble do you think a girl can get into on a Friday night when there is both a full moon and a full bottle looming over her? Exactly. And I find one can either get into trouble or stay home and write. Tonight I went with the former, so I'm leaving you with this earlier post, below, about vodka tamponing to keep you company as well as to provide a clue as to what the hell kind of trouble I'm getting up to tonight. (Er, the vodka part. Not the tamponing part.) 
Hope you enjoyed your Friday night, and remember, in the immortal words of my spiritual adviser, the great Dean Martin, "You're not drunk if you can lie on the floor without holding on."

Friday, 24 May 2013

BOLDLY GOING WHERE NO BOOZE HAS GONE BEFORE

I'VE DRUNK LIQUOR OUT 
OF MANY RECEPTACLES
Including glasses, bottles, Dixie cups,
measuring cups, funnels, buckets, 
hollowed out logs . . . but never, ever
out of a feminine hygiene product. 


A horrifying new trend is ravaging the privates of our teenagers. It's called "vodka tamponing," and it is pretty much exactly what it sounds like. Teens soak tampons in vodka and then they . . . well, you know . . . in an attempt to get drunk. 

And because teen boys don't want to miss out on the fun just because God didn't give them a vagina, they've developed their own version. What I love about that is that it's called "butt chugging." 

Seriously. What is wrong with kids these days? When I was a teenager, when we wanted to get drunk we just unscrewed the lid and chugged it straight from the bottle like any normal hillbilly would. Is this just too boring for today's spoiled little brats?

And the blame doesn't stop at the kids, either. Clearly, the nation's science teachers aren't doing their job properly or these kids would know that VAGINAS DON'T HAVE TASTEBUDS! 

Honestly, that's just basic biology. 
Well now I've got myself so worked up about this senseless waste of vodka I'm going to have to go and soak my underpants in tequila so I can calm down.

EDITOR'S NOTE: I hadn't heard of this troubling trend. Awful. Just awful. Although if it were called "vintage Shiraz tamponing," I have to say I might be tempted.
Not grossed out enough yet? Why here's a link to an article and VIDEO of this phenomenon, at: Eeeew!

Thursday, 23 May 2013

JENNIFER ANISTON IS A STRIPPER NOW. I KNOW, RIGHT?

JEN POURS ON THE STULTIFYING ENNUI AT DRESS REHEARSAL
Jen:
'Hey there, you big boy. Oh yeah. Oh yeah. You know I like that. I want to spank you with my yoga mat.' How's that, director? Director!!!
Director: *snores loudly, sits bolt upright* ... Huh? What?


Holy shitballs, am I ever glad this week is almost over. And not just because everybody except Doug Ford thinks our mayor is an ass-grabbing crack fiend and it's making Toronto long for the highbrow leadership of Mel Lastman, but because the celebrity news has been even more scumsuckingly dirty than usual. 

First it was Rihanna baiting Chris Brown with strip-club tweets, then it was Lance Armstrong being ratted out as a butt-crack fetishist, then it was the super exciting news that Paris Hilton is having a relapse comeback, and now, WTF? Jennifer Aniston is a stripper. 

Yeah, no, she just plays one in a movie. But it's even harder to believe when you see the actual movie because for some reason, Jennifer Aniston is less than the sum of her parts. She's the best-looking unattractive woman on the planet. She possesses zero titillation factor. She emits the torrid allure of porridge. She puts on the hooker wigs and the lingerie and she struts around like a mechanical windup toy and sits on clients' laps (gingerly, making the Rachel face) and your pulse does this: zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Whoever got the high-larious idea of casting Jen in We're the Millers needs a good swift kick in the neuticles. Just to wake them up. I've seen the trailer, below, and  just as I predicted Paris Hilton's drecktastic new song "Last Night" is going to be the summer's hit single, I'm predicting this is going to be the summer's hit comedy. There. I said it. *walks into oncoming traffic*

JEN'S EX-FIANCE'S NOTE: I'm feeling a curious stirring in my nether region. It's almost, it's like ... oh. Never mind. I just had to pee.

Watch the trailer of We're the Millers below. Warning: Will make you want to go to a strip club, just to get the awful taste of flaccid out of your mouth.
 

Wednesday, 22 May 2013

PARIS HILTON HAS A CAREER AGAIN. THANKS, LIL WAYNE

A SCENE FROM PARIS HILTON'S NEW SINGLE
 I'd like to tell you there's more to it than this photo suggests, but that would mean I'm insane.
You know how sometimes you get this frickin
'
gross annoying rash that drives you nuts, you just can't get rid of it, and then suddenly, whew, it's gone? AND THEN IT COMES BACK THREE YEARS LATER, worse than ever?
That's what this feels like.

Cash Money (that's Lil Wayne's posse, for those of you who don't follow the sizzurp crowd) has signed Paris Hilton to their label. Her new single "Last Night" is about to drop. There's a friggin video and everything. It's auto-tuned and photoshopped and produced within an inch of its life, it's basically just Paris Hilton in various stages of slut-walk, but you know what? It's infectious.
Sigh. This is me, making the sign of the cross and predicting this damn thing is gonna be a huge hit. 

You can watch the video here. I'd join you but I'm terribly busy drowning myself in a bathtub full of cheap gin. No seriously. There's just no reason to go on.

LANCE ARMSTRONG ENJOYS A GOOD BUTT-LICKING

AND HERE'S LANCE WORKING UP A WHOLE LOTTA BUTT SWEAT 
Photo/Benutzer:Hase

I was on a conference call today with a guy from San Francisco and the first words out of his mouth were, "So how about that crack-smoking mayor of yours!" Geez Louise. Is this what it's going to be like every time I tell people I'm from Toronto? 

Anyway, I needed something to take my mind off the scandal about which Torontonians simply cannot stop talking, and since I don't smoke crack (I'm not judging, I just don't need any more expensive hobbies), my options were limited to vodka and gossip.
And lo and behold, the very first website I clicked on had this explosive item about one Lance Armstrong. Whom, as I have said before, I fucking despised even before the doping scandal. 

So anyway, comedienne April Macie was on Howard Stern and she told him about the time she walked in on Lance receiving an unspeakable sex act from a woman. Even more unspeakable than the one you're thinking.
This act is so disgusting I cannot even bear to repeat it, but I will say this: If it's true (and I'm sure it's true), that guy is even more of a douchebag than I or Charlie Sheen ever suspected. That guy needs to get him a dog, because dogs LOVE doing the kind of sick shit Lance asks random women whose name he doesn't even know to do to him. A beagle and Lance Armstrong? Whoa. That relationship would NEVER end.

Editor's note: Coming hot on the heels of yesterday's disturbing George Michael post, this post takes Whorrified in whole new lurid direction. I'm not sure I approve.
My note: Yeah well I just told Lance Armstrong you want in on the next taint round. Byeeeee.

Here's a link to the nastiness that is Lance Armstrong's creepy hobby. Warning: View on an empty stomach. With your eyes closed.

Tuesday, 21 May 2013

RIHANNA WENT TO A STRIP CLUB, OK CHRIS BROWN?

ANYONE KNOW WTF IS GOING ON HERE? 
Well let's see, we have some stupid stripper cow 
making her father wish he was dead, we have 
Rihanna's thighs, we have a pearl necklace. 
And if you still don't get it, don't worry. 
You're not the target audience,  
Chris Brown is. 
Twitter




Goddam you, Rihanna. I really want to ignore you but you keep doing ridiculously scandalous things clearly intended to get Chris Brown's attention. 

Of course that isn't working out for you at all because he's a piece of completely rancid dog turd, but man, you sure are getting the attention of the rest of us.

In her latest exploit, Rihanna visited a strip club and showered money and her own thighs all over some stupid broad I suspect we are supposed to admire. (I'm not sure when strippers went from being an object of pity and scorn to an object of "respect," but I think rappers had something do with it.)

And then, of course, she tweeted the whole thing.
Because on Planet Rihanna, if she didn't tweet it, it didn't happen. 
Which leads me to this very important question: Did Rihanna ever tweet:

A) Her virginity
B) Her university degree
C) That conversation where she tells Chris Brown to kiss her multimillion-dollar ass and die

Oh! Quelle surprise. The answers here are, in no particular order: No. No! And HELL NO!

GEORGE MICHAEL TUMBLES OUT OF MOVING VEHICLE

GEORGE MICHAEL FELL OUT OF AN SUV 
doing 70 mph on a highway in Britain. 
His people will have you know he was
"trying to close the door properly." 
Epic door-closing fail, George. Epic.
Photo/Crestock 
I don't know what the hell is going on with George Michael and his death wish, but vehicles seem to be playing an increasingly important role in it.

In his latest adventure, George tumbled out of an SUV going 70 mph on a highway. This probably had absolutely nothing to do with booze or weed, because sober people tumble out of moving vehicles all the time. 

Although to be fair, this moving-vehicle thing is a new one for George. He’s used to parked cars, apparently. He gets some of his best naps in parked cars. He maybe even gets some of his best something else in parked cars, but that would be suggesting something entirely different. Something such as homosexual trysts. (Oh I’m not worried. My editor will edit that out later, if he’s not too busy with a homosexual tryst of his own.)

So anyway, George was a passenger in a Range Rover when he flung himself out of it because ... oh hang on, now that I’m halfway through this story I’m being told by my utterly useless editor that news reports say George was simply “trying to close the door properly.” 

Well clearly he needs lots more practice at this “closing the door properly” thing. See, what you need to do, George, is you need to ensure that you keep your body is INSIDE the moving vehicle whilst practising this tricky manoeuvre. Also, ideally, you close the door properly before the vehicle begins to move. 
But one thing at a time, I don’t want to confuse you. Nor do I want to interrupt one of your, er, "naps." Best wishes for a speedy recovery!

Editor's note: Good lord. This woman is going to hell and there is absolutely nothing, NOTHING, I can do to stop it.