Sunday, November 3, 2013

What the Week?! Ending 11/2/13

Kanye West (of Sanity) and Kim K are suing because their private, intimate proposal at AT&T Park in SF in front of family and the crew filming it all for their reality show was leaked online; thus besmirching the sanctity of the hallowed occasion… oh lord, even my fingers are laughing at that last line.  Anyway, these 2 greedy, soulless, megalomaniacs are mad because they won’t get as much money now from the network that produces their PBS-esque “Keeping up with the Kardashians” when that rat pail of a show comes back for another season.  If you can reach down deep enough into your soul to find the strength to give a shit, you can read the article here.

In other not-news news, Justin Bieber was “caught” coming out of a whorehouse in Rio.  I say “caught” because his security team draped him in a bed sheet and “slipped” him out- while allegedly spraying the paps with water.  Either they wanted him to be seen or he has the dumbest security/PR team ever known to celebs because last time I checked limo/Escalades, burly body guards, and bed sheets draped over tiny elfish tweens don’t scream “incognito”.  Put on a hat, change your shoes, put on a shirt to hide your tats, and lose the 30 man security team outside the establishment.  There.  I just snuck Beibs out of a whorehouse. You can see this foolery here.

And finally, embattled Toronto Mayor Rob Ford has promised to stop getting “hammered” in public. Even though Marion Berry 2.0 hasn’t copped to smoking crack in the video where he is seen smoking crack, I like it when politicians agree to stop getting snot slinging drunk and cruising city hall in the early morning hours with open containers, swearing at their aides.  It’s responsibility.  It’s self growth.  Ford swears that not only will he not step down, he will run again in the election next year.  There is no tenacity like drunken tenacity, I will give him that.  You know he’s gonna stick to that mantra until the daisy chain of prostitutes start scurrying out of the alleys telling the rest of this sordid tale. And five will get you ten that mess (or something like it) is coming. Click here for story.






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