Celebrities Behaving Badly: Underboob, Sideboob, Just A Bevy Of Boobs February 15, 2013
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in Entertainment, religion, Scandals.Tags: adele, allen ginsburg, chris brown, danieal radcliffe, dress code, gay, grammys, john mayer, katy perry, rihanna, Ron Jeremy, sideboob, underboob
add a comment
It’s another slow week in celebrity hijinks, and most of the fireworks occurred quite a while back, at Sunday’s Grammys. I think it’s safe to say that the network dress code was a dismal failure. I’ve thoughtfully provided some examples of the most grievous violators.
Award for “Is it cold in here or are you just glad to see me?”
Award for “Sideboob doesn’t count if it’s part of massive cleavage”:
Award for “See Under: Underboobs”:
By the way, there’s no love lost between Katy Perry and Rihanna. Katy specifically requested not to be seated at the same table as Rihanna because she disapproves of Rihanna’s revitalized romance with serial thug Chris Brown…which is interesting, given Perry’s outstanding choices in male companionship.
Yo, John…the White Rabbit called and he wants his jacket back.
There was at least one other celebrity at the Grammy’s who doesn’t know the secret handshake of the Chris Brown Fan Club. Adele may have been wearing a flowered dress, but she’s no shrinking violet. Adele reportedly got right up in Brown’s grill (which was most recently totalled in a purported paparazzi pursuit) over Brown’s recent run-in’s with Frank Ocean:
Yo, bitch, I show you fire in the rain…
Let’s take just a moment to talk about a real boob. Tim Tebow, who is more famous for thanking Jesus for his skills than actually having any skills, is scheduled to speak in April at 11,000 member First Baptist Dallas. The preacher in this place has called Mormonism, Judaism, and Islam “religions from the pit of hell”, predicted that the re-election of Barack Obama would lead to the rise of the Antichrist, and claimed that “70% of the gay population has AIDS”. Hallelujah, Tim! Could you please apply for associate minister? It’s a way better gig for you than third string quarterback.
Amen.
Speaking of Jesus:
Note to Kim K: Sure, I can see the resemblance, but I bet you have the better sex tape.
In the department of “How gay is that?”:
Daniel Radcliffe, doing his utmost best to avoid being stereotyped as Harry Potter until he’s old enough for Social Security, is playing gay lefty poet Allen Ginsburg in “Kill Your Darlings”, replete with ample explicit gay love scenes. Radcliffe is taking considerable grief over the role, but pointedly notes that no one seems to make a fuss when gay actors portray heterosexuals (see under: Neil Patrick Harris as Barney in “How I Met Your Mother”). Even the film’s director, John Krokidas, notes that Radcliffe was an edgy casting choice, being neither American nor Jewish, but Krokidas’ boyfriend had a different assessment: “Of course he’s Jewish — everyone in the world knows that. Didn’t you see the shots from ‘Equus‘? He’s only British from the waist up.’” On behalf of Ron Jeremy and myself, I must protest that stereotype in the strongest terms! (Ok, not so much me, but Ron Jeremy.) (Geez, it was a long way to go for that line.)
For reasons I can’t quite fathom, Hugh Jackman, star of “Les Miserables” also suffers from rumors that he’s playing for the pink team. Maybe it’s because like Radcliffe, he played a gay character in “Return To OZ”:
But on the other side of the coin, he’s also “Wolverine”
Admittedly, this guy wouldn’t make a good gynecologist, but I’m gonna bet he likes girls. Just sayin’.
That’s enough for this week. Charlie, if you’re reading, how about you score a little blow and lock a hooker in the bathroom at Chateau Marmont? I’m dyin’ here.
BW
Obama Should Win For This Alone November 5, 2012
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in Entertainment, Politics.Tags: blue dress, forward, katy perry, logo, obama
add a comment
BW
Celebrities Behaving Badly: Waiting For A Scandal (But There’s Still Some Naked Stuff) October 26, 2012
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in Entertainment, Scandals.Tags: ballot dress, church, joanna krupa, katy perry, kris jenner, nip slip, Ron Jeremy, see-through blouse
1 comment so far
This has been perhaps the worst week ever in celebrity misbehavior…in the sense that there really hasn’t been any. I’m going to postulate that they’re all on temporary hiatus while waiting for Barack Obama and Mitt Romney to stop hogging their TV time. In support of this theory, I give you Katy Perry at a recent concert:
It’s notable that Mitt Romney is projected just south of an area he intends to legislate into oblivion.
Speaking of making a statement with your outterwear, do you remember Joanna Krupa, who danced with Derek Hough on DWTS in 2009
and is now one of the Housewives of Somewhere You’re Happy Not To Be? Well, here she is now:
Her top says, “I just know I forgot something, but I can’t remember what it was…”
Which reminds me that the closest thing we had to a genuine scandal this week was a shocking Twitterpic of Kris Jenner in her Halloween costume:
Aside from the vague Janet Jacksonesque hint of areola, the real question it brings to mind is, “I wonder what the hell Wonder Woman is doing with Bruce Jenner?” (And secondarily: Are those things real? Answer: As real as any in Hollywood.)
Don’t worry about Christina Aguilera. She may be retiring from her gig on “The Voice”, but she won’t be unemployed for long. She’s been offered $3 million to act as spokesperson for TheBigandBeautiful.com, a plus-size dating site:
Hey, there may be enough junk in this trunk to start a yard sale, but if Christina is happy in her own skin, then we should be happy in her own skin (or something like that).
Is that a crucifix in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?: Ok, so porn icon Ron Jeremy actually gave a sermon at evangelical Daybreak Church in western Michigan on the subject of….you guessed it, pornography. It’s even more ironic, given that Jeremy is a nice Jewish boy from New York, equipped in such a manner as to dispell all those unfounded rumors about inadequate Kosher salamis.
“Bless me father, for I have sinned…again and again and again and again…”
The second most famous South Korean in the world: Must-see video of UN Secretary General Ban Ki-Moon (second cousin to Yan-Kee Dog) dancing Gangnam Style.
The Taylor Swift-Conor Kennedy summertime romance is over. Can’t wait to hear the new single, “I Cried Me A Chappaquiddick”. Also the end for Eva Longoria and Mark Sanchez. She’s tried pro basketball players and pro quarterbacks. Can professional bloggers be far behind?
Finally, the truth comes out: Rod Stewart says he “is as heterosexual as they come (which under the circumstances might have been an unfortunate turn of phrase)”. Specifically, in response to a direct question from Katie Couric, he denied the urban legend that he once orally satisfied seventeen(!!) sailors in San Diego and had to have his stomach pumped. I didn’t watch the video…I don’t want to ruin my imagined version of Katie Couric asking that question. Now that the ugly rumor was put to rest, Stewart bid adieu to Ms. Couric and left for lunch with Tom Cruise and John Travolta.
BW
Celebrities Behaving Badly: Where’s Waldo? September 7, 2012
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in Entertainment, Politics, Scandals, Uncategorized.Tags: break-up songs, jake gyllenhaal, john mayer, katy perry, Kennedy, Madonna, mitt romney, nicki minaj, pussy, taylor swift, vma
1 comment so far
I didn’t watch live, since Mrs. Left and I were dancing at the time, and I didn’t watch on DVR because I thought the better rock ‘n roll show was happening in Charlotte, but I did catch the video clip of Swift’s closing performance at last night’s MTV Video Music Awards. She did “We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together” which is reputedly her break-up song after a brief affair with Jake Gyllenhaal. It’s worth watching the clip. She absolutely nailed the performance, although she’ll never be mistaken for Madonna where the dancing portion is concerned. She did, however, do something Madonna USED to do. She sang live, and she didn’t miss a note, even as she was attempting the simple choreography while clearly trying to do the eight-count in her head. Taylor Swift has made a cottage industry out of writing acerbic odes to ex-lovers. Previous victims have included Taylor Lautner and John Mayer (who incidentally has enjoyed more high end Hollywood pussy than the LA Humane Society). Clearly, Swift’s sweet fresh-faced exterior hides a seething psycho-bitch within. Swift is currently stalking…umm, I mean dating…Conor Kennedy. If history provides any insight, this relationship’s sell-by date is rapidly approaching. Before Swift pens her next “eat shit and die you pencil-dick douchebag” break-up song for Kennedy, I’ve got three very important words that she’d be wise to consider: Mary Jo Kopechne. Just sayin’.
Speaking of John Mayer and…well, you know…
Word on the street is that he and Katy Perry are back together. Purrrrrfect.
In the interest of full disclosure, I stole the following bit (paraphrased) from Jon Stewart, but it’s worth repeating: We are clearly on our way to living in a post-racial America when Seal can refer to Heidi Klum schtupping her white bodyguard as “fornicating with the hired help”.
It’s been another week of cross-pollination between Hollywood and D.C. Chuck Norris, who was apparently separated from Ted Nugent at birth, has watched his Blu-Ray edition of “The Lord of the Rings” one time too many. He said this week that if Obama is re-elected, the US faces “1000 years of darkness”. He’d originally said “1000 years of darkies”, but they re-edited the tape when someone thought that might be a little offensive.
Finally, in the category of “politics makes strange bedfellows”, this week’s most articulate and heartfelt endorsement in a song: “I’m a Republican voting for Mitt Romney, you lazy bitches is fuckin’ up the economy” from
Nicki Minaj. There’s nothing else to say.
BW
Celebrities Behaving Badly: Pussy Riot, Y’All Are In Chains August 17, 2012
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in Uncategorized, Entertainment, Scandals.Tags: obama, katy perry, Romney, wardrobe malfunction, dave mustaine, silversun pickups, nudity, pussy riot, anal tattoos
add a comment
Ok, so it’s a week where there’s a lot of overlap between entertainment and politics, but I suppose that can be said of every week. First, a word about why, despite all our blemishes and dirty laundry, we continue to be the home of the free and the land of the brave and absolutely positively the best place in the history of the planet in which to live:
This is what happens in Russia if you piss off the president. Call it pussy under glass, caged pussy, or pussy-in-a-box, but this is the punk band Pussy Riot, the members of which were sentenced to three years in the gulag for performing a song critical of Vladimir Putin in a church.
Contrast that with Dave Mustaine:
frontman for the acclaimed ear-bleeding-eye-gauging-make-you-want-to-vomit-til-you-spew-your-asshole-out-your-pie-hole metal band, Megadeath. This delusional born-again headbanger screamed in a concert in Singapore that President Obama had personally staged the massacres in Aurora and Milwaukee, and that the US is turning into “Nazi America“. Not only is he allowed to remain unimprisoned, but to reproduce. God bless America. And by the way, why would anyone listen to anything, including so-called music, let alone political punditry, emanating from someone or something called Megadeath? (Whereas “Pussy Riot” is clearly a source of wisdom and revelation.)
At the other end of the political spectrum, there was the Silversun Pickups (again, who comes up with these names?) issuing a cease and desist order to the Mitt Romney campaign. It was another case of some right-wing politician hijacking a rock ‘n roll song without asking the artist’s permission. Although I think it would have been delicious irony to let Romney keep using “Panic Switch”, since that’s exactly what the voters will be doing if they vote for him in November.
Getting back to the things for which this column is revered by all two dozen of its regular readers…no Friday would be complete without some celebrity nudity, and I’m not one to toy with my public. It turns out that Katy Perry is soothing her hurt after the divorce by swapping bodily fluids with John Mayer (whose biography will no doubt be titled the same thing as the Russian punk band above). In other fluids, she took some time to visit a water park in San Dimas:
and apparently took one slide too many:
No harm, no foul. She was, however, awarded a trophy for the only ass whiter than Mitt Romney and Paul Ryan.
Speaking of Katy Perry’s ass (I am the master of the subtle segue, am I not?), you’ll never guess what the next big thing is going to be. Really, you’ll never guess:
The next big thing is…wait for it…anal tattoos. Come to think of it, that’d be a great name for a rock band: “Ladies and gentlemen! Get on your feet, put your hands together, and give it up for “Anal Tattoos”!” If this isn’t a sign of the apocalypse, it’s hard to imagine what would be.
BW
Celebrities Behaving Badly: Scientology Smack-Down Edition July 13, 2012
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in Uncategorized.Tags: american idol, bra, divorce, Jennifer Lopez, Katie Holmes, katy perry, scientology, Steven Tyler, tom cruise
2 comments
So Katie Holmes has escaped a controlling overbearing paternalistic cult religion and fled to…Catholicism. Thanks for the unintended irony, Katie. I suppose that giving up E-meters for Christ crackers is a step in the right direction:
Reading all the material on Katie and Tom has provided me with one bit of interesting history. I had no idea that she was another native of Toledo, Ohio. Me, Katie Holmes, and Jamie Farr:
Where else are you going to find a threesome like that?
Katie reportedly left Tom Cruise to save their child Suri from the clutches of the evil Church of Scientology, which by all reports operates something like the Mafia. The only way to leave is in a pine box. Somehow Katie avoided that fate, at least partially because she had the help of her father, a top divorce lawyer in Toledo…and everyone knows you do not fuck with powerhouse legal eagles from Toledo.
Katy Perry reportedly left Russell Brand for a different reason: She wanted her ova to escape the evil clutches of Brand’s sperm (which reputedly has crossed more lips than Folger’s Coffee). Brand wanted children and Perry wanted to keep selling records to children, and she didn’t think she’d be quite as appealing in that cupcake bra that shoots whipped cream if she added a basketball under her belly button. She probably ought to stick to that one instead of her recent addition, the spinning wheel of peppermint bra:
Her insurance company has banned the apparatus since they deem it a hazard to her health after her hair was caught in it during a recent performance. Perry’s comment on the matter was enlightening: “My hair got caught in the wheels of my spinning peppermint bra and began to coil around and around. I’m forced to just go with it so, by the end of the song, it looked quite like I was licking my own tit. What a girl does for her art.” Call me a sick puppy if you want, but I’d kill to hear Katy Perry saying “it looked quite like I was licking my own tit”. Better yet…oh, never mind.
Other than L. Ron Hubbard comforting Tom Cruise via skype from interworld, the biggest celebrity news of the week comes from American Idol. First Steven Tyler announced that he’d give up whispering incoherent nonsense on “American Idol” and go back to screaming incoherent nonsense with Aerosmith, and then Jennifer Lopez just today announced that she’s tired of suffering ever-increasing booty-spread from all those hours in the judge’s chair and will now return her fulltime attention to schtupping twenty-something production dancers.
Yo, dawg, that just leaves veteran Randy Jackson at the judges’ table, and rumor has it that he may go back to his prior career as…what the hell did he do before AI? The quality of judging at AI hasn’t exactly been of SCOTUS quality since Simon Cowell jumped ship anyway, so maybe three newbies wouldn’t be such a bad idea. Given that the last three attempts have been the sparkling wit of Ellen DeGeneres, the insightful wisdom of Steven Perry, and the dazzling sequins of J. Lo, here’s a suggestion:
So when an audition really stinks, the judges can throw…well, you get it.
Finally, tattoos in the news: Miley Cyrus, soon to be wed, has a new one on her forearm: “So that his place shall never be with those cold and timid souls who knew neither victory nor defeat.” Which sort of reminds me of the old joke’s punch line, “Welcome to Jamaica and have a nice day.” Meanwhile, Kelsey Grammer had his new bride’s name, “Kayte” tattooed on his right hip, which immediately makes me think two things:
1- The over/under on this marriage instantly dropped from two years to six months.
2- It’s spelled K-A-T-E. The “Y” just guarantees a pretentious bitch, a pole dancer, or a pretentious pole dancer.
BW
Celebrities Behaving Badly: Not So Much June 29, 2012
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in Entertainment.Tags: cyber-sex, katy perry, Kelly Osbourne, masturbation, movie, rehab, Terrell Owens
add a comment
What a total disappointment of a week. When the biggest scandal anyone can fabricate is something called “Fast and Furious”, you know it’s going to be a snoozer.
No real wives of Peoria inadvertently tweeted their hoo-ha’s this week, but one NFL/reality star came close. Some woman claimed that she’d spent some quality time cyber-sexing with Terrell Owens and she’d preserved several screen-saves of T.O. doing the five finger rumba with Little Terrell. Sadly, none of those images have yet been released to make their inevitable rounds throughout the net. But just so you have some idea of what you might be missing, I’ve included this poor substitute:
See? It even forms an “O” for T.O. (Note to readers: I’ll understand if you bail at this point. It really isn’t going to improve as you go down.)
I suppose the biggest celebrity story of the week is NBC dropping Ann Curry from “Today” and replacing her with Savannah Guthrie. Who? And who?
There was at least a little crazy-assed psycho-bitch action this week. Kelly Osbourne did what any sister would do after learning that her brother has MS. She got totally sloshed in the first class section of an LA to Atlanta flight and had to be just about carried off the plane. So much for the benefits of rehab. Osbourne admits she’s fallen off the wagon, but isn’t making any apologies. Hey, she may have a few cocktails, but she’s a whole distillery shy of being Lindsay Lohan.
Little known fact: Too much vodka turns your hair purple.
Speaking of purple hair, Katy Perry’s long-awaited biopic, “Part of Me”, was released last week. It’s only deeply narcissistic Hollyweirdos who feel justified in releasing autobiographies at age 28. It would be like my grandson, who just turned two, releasing, “All I’ve Learned: A Memoir”. Gimme a break.
And finally, also in the category of really self-important biographies of angst-ridden young stars whose total life experiences would barely fill a shot glass, comes this best headline of the week:
Adele’s Bisexual Ex-Boyfriend Dumped Her For Gay Best Friend, New Biography Claims
(Not that there’s anything wrong with that.)
BW
Celebrities Behaving Badly: Tell Me Again, The Kardashians Are Famous Why? December 2, 2011
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in Entertainment, Scandals.Tags: breasts, bruce jenner, celebrities, courtney love, divorce, Kardashian, katy perry, kris humphries, kris kardashian, lindsay lohan, naked yoga, Russell Brand, tori spelling, tweet
add a comment
So as I scanned my celebrity file for this week’s wrap-up, I couldn’t help but notice that at least half a dozen of the articles I’d squirreled away for future contemplation contained the name “Kardashian” in the title. Since Kim hasn’t recently leaked a sex tape of her and Kris Humphries (since Kris has filed for an annulment, maybe no such tape could possibly exist) it’s a little baffling why any of us is paying attention, but we ARE. Here’s what we DO know about all things Kardashian this week:
1 – Kris Humphries was thoroughly unamused at his portrayal as the “husband from hell” on “Kourtney & Kim Take New York”.
2 – He was even less amused, as documented on the same show, when he arrived home one day to find Kourtney and Kim taking a naked yoga class. He was probably most pissed about the bait and switch. I know I was. Never trust the TV Guide summary: Friday 9PM E! “Kourtney & Kim Take New York” – Things get interesting when Kourtney convinces Kim to join her in a naked yoga class. That’d pique anyone’s interest, at least anyone with a penis and a pulse. As it turns out, the only naked person in the group was the yoga instructor, some Yanni-esque Indian guy.
3 – Kourtney Kardashian is pregnant with child number two by boyfriend Scott D(is)ick. There was talk of them getting married…but why would they want to do that? What kid wouldn’t prefer to be a Kardashian instead of a D(is)ick?
4 – Be afraid. Be very afraid. There’s talk of Kris Jenner appearing on the next season of “Dancing With The Stars”. If that happens, we can look forward to ten weeks of seeing this close-up in the front row:
Is it just me, or were these two separated at birth?:
Just asking.
In this week’s rehab/train wreck news: Mouskatramp Miley Cyrus, who just turned nineteen, is apparently such a stoner that she received a Bob Marley decorated cake at her birthday party. Miley, ever the epitome of class, remarked that one only gets such a cake “if you smoke way too much fuckin’ weed”. By the way, that high-pitched whirring noise you hear is Walt Disney adding another 1000RPM to his post-mortem rotation. Also, for those of you who appreciate ready-made irony, Lindsay Lohan has sought out Courtney Love to be her “sobriety coach”…apparently Charlie Sheen was unavailable.
Couples News: It was reported this week that Katy Perry and Russell Brand were divorcing, which was promptly denied by the reps of Katy and Russell. The over/under on this one is still 18 months and I’m betting the under. Meanwhile, it was confirmed that J Lo was schtupping one of her back-up dancers about twenty years her junior, in the Madonna tradition. The guy is one lucky dude…who has good taste in women and bad karma with his football team:
Meanwhile, Guy Ritchie, ex-husband of the aforementioned 53 year-old fading superstar, said of his marriage to Madonna: “I stepped into a soap opera”. I suppose that’s better than a land mine.
Nipples in the news: Ok, so how many of you just couldn’t make it through another single day without a glimpse of Tori Spelling’s post-partum milk machines? Fine. Then you won’t need to click on this link and then on the censored picture in order to see the UN-censored picture.
You clicked, didn’t you? And now you feel dirty. It’s ok. You can blame me.
BW
Celebrity Scandal Roundup: A HUGE Day September 24, 2010
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in Entertainment.Tags: affair, american idol, arrest, Ashton Kutcher, Brittney Jones, coke, David Beckham, Demi Moore, drugs, DUI, eliot spitzer, House Judiciary Committee, jail, Jennifer Lopez, katy perry, kristin davis, lindsay lohan, Marc Anthony, mel gibson, Oksana Grigorieva, Posh Spice, Sesame Street, Stephen Colbert
2 comments
Man, this is better than having Dancing With The Stars, Survivor, and Hell’s Kitchen on all at the same time, and that doesn’t even begin to encompass the joy at the return of Millionaire Matchmaker. (Patty is thinner and bitchier now that her own engagement went the way of the Titanic. She’s not taking any crap from anyone this season.)
Okay, let’s begin with LiLo. Lohan shows up in court expecting a stern talking-to, a new doper anklet, and some more celebrity probation, and before you can say, “Will the defendant please rise?” she’s in cuffs and being perp-walked to the pokey. Apparently the bar is set pretty high in Hollywood. Somewhere around your sixteenth or seventeenth DUI, coke bust, or probation violation, you actually have to do some time. It’s just fortunate she filmed the MTV skit with Chelsea Handler before she got sent to the big house.
Meanwhile, in the department of “Blurring the lines between fantasy and reality”, we had the spectacle of Stephen Colbert testifying before the House Judiciary Committee on the matter of immigrant farm labor. Colbert’s qualifications? He parodies a conservative commentator on his Comedy Central show. This is like if the guy who used to do the “I’m not a doctor but I play one on TV” schtick was appointed as the Undersecretary of Health and Human Services.
Let’s move on to the ever-expanding category of famous guys who can’t keep their peckers in their pants. The latest reported philanderer is none other that Mr. Posh himself, David Beckham. The story is that he paid big bucks for a threesome with two high-priced escorts (with the added somewhat embarassing detail that the encounter lasted 3-4 minutes…not exactly Tiger stats). The first question that comes to mind is why a guy like Beckham would have to pay to get a couple of girls to play share-the-lollipop. The answer, I suppose, is that he probably figured he was paying for discretion and privacy. Apparently he didn’t pay enough. When he denied the first hooker’s story, Kristin Davis, the madam who outed Eliot Spitzer, chipped in with the info that she had sent the second pro to the party. Can the sex tape be far behind?
Meanwhile, over in Cougar-Land, Ashton Kutcher and Demi Moore spoke together at the Clinton Global Initiative (just one step lower than the House Judiciary Committee), looking like the classic love-birds despite reports emerging of Kutcher’s text messages to his 21 year-old lover Brittney Jones. It’s clear that no one in Hollywood learned a thing from the Tiger saga. They put hubris in the Grey Goose in every trendy club in LA.
We’re not done. The Mel Gibson tragedy just gets uglier and uglier. The latest twist is the report that Mel’s baby-mamma Oksana Grigorieva, had been paid $15 million (!!!) to destroy the incriminating tapes of Mel devolving into a slobbering lunatic. The implication is that she backed out of the deal, looking for even more money. Huh? Is she stupid? For fifteen mil, Mel can come over to my house right now and scream directly in my ear that I’m a stupid motherfucking whore for twenty-four hours straight. I’ll even serve cocktails and canape’s to keep his vocal cords lubricated.
In another example of failure to appreciate the obvious, Marc Anthony, Jennifer Lopez’s husband, is unhappy about J-Lo’s new gig on American Idol…the one she’s getting $12 million for. His complaint? He doesn’t want to have to spend so much time in LA. Give me a break. It’s twelve freaking million bucks. And if I’m married to Jennifer Lopez, if she gets a job in Kurdistan, I’m trailing that booty all the way to the goat farm.
Finally, why they still laugh at us in Europe: Katy Perry got cut from Sesame Street because she was showing too much cleavage. Madness. The viewers of this show only stopped getting their meals from oversize mammaries a few months ago. They’re not going to turn into sex offenders just because Katy doesn’t dress like a Mennonite. And no matter what the religious wingnuts claim, Bert and Ernie are NOT gay (not that’s there’s anything wrong with that).
BW
WWJD:Cognitive Disonance August 3, 2010
Posted by Benjamin Wendell in religion.Tags: Ann Rice, Christ, christianity, jesus, katy perry, Russell Brand, tattoo
5 comments
I just don’t get it. When I see the six foot five NBA behemoths with huge crosses tattooed on their biceps, right next to their gang affiliations and the names of the six mothers of their various children, I wonder what it means. So when I hear that Katy Perry, now engaged to world-reknowned man-whore Russell Brand, is the offspring of ministers, and has this tattoo of “Jesus” on her left wrist:
I can’t help but wonder just exactly how that meshes with
And by the way, do you suppose Jesus had a tattoo on his wrist that said “Dad”? Just asking.
BW
