Fuck, looks like Rihanna is on a rampage. Not only does she have ugly, shitty friends, but she also doesn’t wear pants, which isn’t that bad to look at, since seeing girls walk around in bottoms as revealing as the underwear girls wore when I first got into fucking on the street is pretty fucking sexy, almost all the time, even if it is on ugly chicks, so complaining about that would be gay, but saying she’s pretty much lost her mind wouldn’t. Someone needs to get her back to Barbados for a few months to connect with the people and sell jet ski rentals on the beach, or clean hotel rooms where she belongs, otherwise, she’s just gonna end up dead in the ditch somewhere, but that’s got more to do with Chris Brown losing his shit for real this time around, the first beating was just a warning, than with her being insane……She still hasn’t won me back and I’m still a Rihanna hater, but I’ll still post her legs for those of you who like fantasizing about girls with boy haircuts cuz it
I wonder if part of Latoya Jackson is happy that Michael is dead, yes, I mean actual part of her and not one created by science, because all of a sudden people care what shit thinks, what she’s doing, where she’s traveling, when the last decade, no one even noticed her in line at the grocery store and if they did, they’d step as far away as possible out of fear of catching watchever disease got her and melted her face off. Seriously, this bitch has got to be the missing link, the closest creature knows to man linking us to apes, and don’t call me out for being a racist, all I’m getting at is that bitch isn’t human and that I hate all this love she’s getting, it’s getting to her head and making my fantasies of fucking her while dressed like a fat Mexican Michael Jackson impersonator in Tijuana or some shit, it’s a bit of a fetish I’ve had lined up for some time, that will never happen thanks to MJ. That fucker didn’t just ruin the lives of the kids he molested, I’ll tell you that much….
When I look at this picture, I don’t wonder whether these dudes are well paid enough to put themselves in this kind of danger, knowing that if bitch falls, not only will it her, but her diva cunt ass will go fucking nuts on them, leaving little room for error, I just wonder how many straps and harnesses she used to try to trick the public that she’s still got it going on, because she may want to increase that shit as it’s not doin’ its job too well, and all I can see besides that obnoxious, pretentious mic is and aging woman’s tired face and menopausal gunt pretending to be in love and here are the pics…
When you are this music exec, pussy comes fucking easy, even when you pull some gay spiritual bullshit on a bitch, like running your hand in front of her chest in some ancient native energy swapping technique, to trick the young girls into thinking he’s got substance and healing powers as to run game without sounding like a music exec using his music exec status as the core of his pussy hunting strategy and I am sure we would all be doing the same thing, cuz old pussy is boring pussy and young pussy, even if on someone not necessarily hot, is still young fucking pussy, that’s more than willing to get in bed with you with little work, just a dream of being a famous singer one day and the whole thing should upset you, mainly because he has an adult lisp and people with adult lisps should really just be laughed out of a room for sounding like they are 5 years old….,
I get it, Rihanna’s got such an exclusive life that people just don’t get it. Normal people just don’t know what it is like being a puppet to record execs who tell you what to sing, when to sing, how to sing, then shove your music thru filters and computers to make you sound worth listening to, fitting you into the equation that makes them a lot richer than you are, and that’s why you’re just the puppet. In your defense, you are making enough money to be considered rich, you have a nicer house than the one you grew up in, even though you thought your one room shanty you were molested by your father in was the best out there until you came to America, and enough money to rent luxury cars your boyfriend beat your ass in, giving you this ego that you are superior, so you hang with some other one-hit-wonder cunt with shitty music cuz you’re best superficial friends in a world where you can’t have friends, but you’re not doing the only thing that would make this pics interesting and that’s fisting each other’s large pussies….
Naomi Campbell is a model who I thought was retired, but I guess she felt the need to grace the world with her dark, luxurious, wallet fucking nipples at whatever fashion week is going on right now, since every week seems to be fucking fashion week, making me excited for the week that isn’t fashion week and that I can stop walking around in this tuxedo I made out of garbage bags to try and fit in like I was invited to these red carpet high profile, homoerotic yet luxurious fashion shows, instead of just left here to die, so that I can crawl back into the soiled sweatpants I pretty much have made a part of me by not ever taking them off….and even sometimes showering with them and by showering I mean getting caught in the rain, cuz showers are for idiots……
I have this feeling Naomi Campbell smells like shit, she just has that look that even if she showers, you know like she’s rotting on the inside from all the preservatives she’s ingested over the years to land billionaire cock. She’s trash, no matter how many billionaires she marries, or how decadent her ass thinks she is and here she is showing off her nipples like a common whore, that I haven’t decided whether wanting them makes you gay or straight….
I have a feeling that I haven’t recovered from the weekend because I reread part of this and it made no fucking sense…
I refuse to watch anything that has to do with Saturday Night Live because I hate that fucking show. So I’ve never bothered with the Tina Fey show 30 Rock and never fucking will. I don’t like ugly women to begin with and although appreciate that they brought this piece of pussy on board to distract us from the scar on her face, I still won’t get sucked into the shit, even if they are trying to become the next Seinfeld in ratings by sending her on trips with her ugly friends to get paparazzi on her ass so that she becomes a household everyone wants to fuck and in turn, who everyone will watch on this bullshit SNL spinoff shit all you assholes love.
I managed to get an interview with Dustin Diamond better known as Screech from Saved by the Bell, because he wrote a new tell-all book possibly because he is trying to milk his career as Screech as hard as he can, or maybe becuase it is all he has to talk about even 20 years after the fact.
I had questions lined up that I didn’t get to ask because he wouldn’t really let me get a word in, he was really into this book promoting hustle and he didn’t want to give away too much scandal or information or talk about anything thatt may have been interesting.
I didn’t care about interviewing him, mainly because he kind of irrelevant in my life and because I hadn’t read the book and I probably never will, partially cuz I don’t know how to read, but mainly cuz I am not intersted in anything to do with Saved By The Bell.
Don’t get me wrong, they definitely weren’t knocking down my door to get an interview for him, cuz I am even more irrelevant than he is, proven in the fact that I don’t have people lining up interviews for me, if anything I asked them to make it happen thinking it would be funny, before actually thinking it thru, since I always expect recjection, but it turned out that he was rude as fuck, condesending, even an ego, or maybe I was just over-sensitive. There was no chemistry over the phone, like the Russian phone sex operator I tried to marry, so it wasn’t engaging at all. My dis-interest in the whole thing let to him talking and talking and talking and for someone who claims to be a comedian he really didn’t make me laugh, unless his form of comedy is making people want to commit suicide….in which case he was a great success.
Hre are some questions I wrote out but didn’t ask because he cut the interview short, ignored my questionsand kept cutting me off…
So the theme of your book is all the bad shit that went on behind the scenes of the show, are you doing this because the other cast don’t return your calls or because you are bitter cuz you were the loser on the show?
Speaking of sex, I’m assuming you had a groupie since chicks fuck anyone they see on TV, did you get laid a lot during the Screech years and did your groupies make you tell them Zack and Slater stories while you banged them?
I know you cried poor a bunch of years ago, how much did you make off the show? How did you spend all of it. Why isn’t everyone else broke? It’s cuz you are lying for attention right?
So did you write this book yourself or did zack morris ghostwrite it for you?
Did Zack Morris and Mario Lopez ever get caught masturbating together? Did you ever get caught masturbating sniffin their dirty gym shorts in their dressing rooms?
Are You Only Outting Mario Lopez and His Rape Scandal Cuz He’s the Only Saved By the Bell Cast Member Still Working,,,…
Have you ever tasted Mr Belding’s Dick? Has he Tasted Yours?
Was playing Screech and being typecast as Screech, you know that shit following you around for your entire life more annoying, less annoying or equally annoying as watching Screech on the show?
Can you do the screech voice for us, or did you burry that motherfucker years ago?
Would you ever start a phone sex line for horny fans who wanted to fuck you back in the day and who still masturbate to the re-runs, so that they can actually masturbate to your Screech voice? Or do fans not exist in your world?
Amazing, so what are you wearing right now? That gets me so hot….
Sorry for putting you thru this…But on the positive side of things, based on how I put this together, it’s safe to say this is probably the last “celeb”(and I use that term loosely) interview ever…but in my defense, I’m no fuckin’ journalist….
I just wonder if his ego is actually legit, or just him masking his insecurities from knowing he sucks at fucking life, I guess we’ll save that for his therapist, or at least until we hear about his next publicity stunt, because he won’t just take nature’s course and fade into obscurity….
I never watched Saved By The Bell, I have no sympathy for people who are rude or think they are important for being on a TV show in the 90s and he should just get himself a real job and give up this shit, cuz he’s not some awkward lookin’ kid cast as the awkward looking kid anymore, now he’s just the awkward lookin’ adult clinging the fuck on…Cuddles…..
I forgot to post my links because I was drunk mid-afternoon Friday, I’m talking real drunk and unsure of what went on but I do think I ended up walking in on a gay orgy at one point and at Wal Mart buying myself the Flipper DVD at another, but between you and me, it could have been at the time, because I am struggling to remember my name or what day it is. The good news is that I didn’t have a camera to document the whole horrible experience, the bad news for you is that I am still alive because I know you don’t like me, but I guess that’s good news for me, since it means I can still torment you on this site and that is something worth celebrating motherfuckers….
Here are my stepLINKS…better late than never…but before I post them, here’s my cry for attention:
When Britney Spears dresses like this, it makes part of me wants to clean the K-Fed damage out of her vagaina with my mouth, there’s just something about her that I can’t get enough of, even when she’s dragged thru the fucking gutter and broken the fuck down, I really get these urges to insert a few fingers in her and pick her up, brush her off and make a puppet out of her, but that’s probably because I can’t smell her thru my computer, but kinda wish I could….
