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Jessica Simpson strips for Tony Romo via webcam. Haw, like we're supposed to believe Jessica Simpson knows how to turn a computer on? (peanut gallery: "Well, she sure know how to turn ME on! Ahahahaha!") (Holy Taco)
Sienna Miller's friends maintain that she did not wreck Balthazar Getty's marriage. She just stuck a knife in its already rotting corpse and twisted it around and then cut off its head is all. (CelebWarship)
Morgan Freeman and his wife split. We blame Sienna Miller. (Daily Stab)
Reggie Bush desires less tush from girlfriend Kim Kardashian. He also hates America, freedom, petting puppies, and ice cream. (Celebitchy)
Bret Michaels and Ambre Lake have ended their "relationship". Now Bret can spend more time with his hair and the finest European extensions money can buy. (Celeb Warship)
Can someone out there please, please email us and tell us how this is humanly possible? How do Kim Kardashian's behemoth buns just keep getting bigger? Aside from injecting the area with high-grade polymers or perhaps inserting a bicycle pump into her anus. Or sitting on a hornet's nest. Seeing how Priscilla Presley paid an unlicensed doctor to inject car lube into her face, the hornet theory isn't too far off the mark. However, we think we've solved the mystery of Kim Kardashian's ever-expanding ass: she's this little girl, all grown up!
Sienna Miller finally cuts loose her improbably-named, leonine lover Rhys Ifans. (CeleBuzz)
Angry whelp Miley Cyrus wrecks equipment on the set of her new video. "Grrrr! I'm so mad! Like a bear! Grrr! Like a fluffy bear! With a bow around its neck! Grrr . . . awwww." (Drunken Stepfather)
Kim Kardashian has an official website. And on this website, she posts little updates about her life for her fans, accompanied by cute pictures of her posing with the Jonas Brothers, cuddling koalas in Australia, and such and such. The other day, she posted this entry:
Kourtney and I went to Miami a few months back. We had a fun and relaxing time. Here are some photos we took while we were there.
If this were any other site, such a paragraph would be paired with pictures of a lady with a gunt spilling over her Old Navy cargo shorts kneeling next to a dolphin tank, and you wearing a visor reading "Bienvenido a Miami" giving the thumbs-up by some flamingos. But if you're Kim Kardashian and her sister, you get this:
We've spent so much time admiring Kim's colossal can that we've never really noticed that she's sporting some impressive front butt as well. Or maybe she just has two staggeringly huge knots of fat that travel around her torso at will, filling out areas that face the cameras. Like hookworms! Erotic hookworms.
Remember how Paris Hilton called Kim Kardashian's ass "cottage cheese inside a big trash bag" and then was all like, "Haha, that was so totally a joke. I love Kim. She's hot. I'd love to bury my face in that cheese and slurp it up" or something to that effect? And then Kim was like, "We're cool. I'm not mad. LYLAS, BFF 4-EVA." What she was really thinking was, "I hope a rat crawls into your vagina and eats you from the inside, you fake whore," though she tries to keep up the pro-Paris sham by writing about her cellulite removal on her official website:
With all of this cellulite talk you guys must think I've got it bad! For the record, it's really not that bad at all! Just a little junk in the trunk! ;) Here is how it all got started...
This Sunday of Keeping Up With The Kardashians you will get to see my super cute idea for my one year anniversary gift for Reggie. I wanted to think of something unique and special, not something anyone could just go out and buy! I came up with the idea to make him a calendar! (You can see pictures from the shoot on this post!)
I only had a few weeks of preparation so I had to think fast! I asked my dear friend Troy Jensen, who is a make up artist, hair stylist and photographer if he could help me out! It was fierce!!! We had the best shoot ever! It was so different from anything I have ever done!
In order to make this the hottest shoot ever, I had to get in shape! I worked out like crazy. It felt good... but then, my sisters and I went to the American Laser Center for our usual laser hair removal (I recommend this to everyone as well!) and the nurse informed us of a cellulite treatment called VelaShape.
You have got to read about it! It is basically a non-surgical device that massages the needed area and stimulates the blood circulation so that it minimizes cellulite. I only had time for one treatment, but I am definitely planning to go back for more!
Three months ago my sisters and I visited the American Laser Center and did a VelaShape treatment, and we filmed the entire process!
Of course, now that the episode is about to air, the American Laser Center released a press statement saying we went there for the treatment, and now everyone is assuming I am secretly hurt by Paris' comments about me having cellulite and I am now rushing to try to do anything I can to get rid of it!
Well of course that is not the case! This treatment was done months before her joking around and I wouldn't have filmed the process if this was something I was insecure or embarrassed about!
I work out extremely hard and am happy with my shape... cellulite, not so much!
LOL... What girl doesn't have a little bit of cellulite. And who wants it, anyway!
Sure, Kim says that to the public to appear all nice and sweet, but we're sure that her weekend plans include picking up this issue of The National Enquirer:
and pasting Paris's face over all of the pictures.
More pics from Kim's super-special, oh-so-private anniversary gift can be found at her website.
Most humans are transformed into quivering, genuflecting, humble peons in the presence of Kim Kardashian's twin gluteal globules. Like Montezuma himself, her mammoth ass reigns over Hollywood. But there is one person who doesn't wish to tame and possess its soft, domed wonder: one Miss Paris Hilton. On Monday, Paris made a guest appearance on a Las Vegas radio show, and said,
I would not want [Kims butt] - its gross! It reminds me of cottage cheese inside a big trash bag.
After it dawned on Einstein that it was on the radio and Kim heard it, Paris issued an apology through In Touch:
I was just joking around and I made a stupid joke. I felt really bad afterward, so I contacted Kim and apologized. It was a silly thing to say. Kims hot!
Nice job, Paris, you dummy. Anyway, the saying isn't "cottage cheese in a trash bag", it's "ten pounds of shit in a five pound bag". Also acceptable: "rotten oatmeal in a faux Birkin" and "diarrhea in a fanny pack". Though the only term Paris is intimately familiar with is the related "cyst pus inside a condom". Which, coincidentally, makes a great cat toy!
More of Kim's luscious latter end in a vaguely see-through dress from this past weekend:
Ash Wednesday is a holiday for miscreants, nogoodniks, hobos, and jerks. So we'd like to take this opportunity to declare today Ass Friday-- a holiday we can get behind. Awwww, dipping sauce! What an absolutely delectable play on words! So please, by all means, get into the holiday spirit today. Take off your pants and Porky Pig it around the office. Forget calling people "asshats" and fashion yourself an actual ass hat and wear it with pride. Give yourself or a loved one an enema. And enjoy today's crop of photos of celebrities with gigantic keisters tucked inside bikinis! To wit: Kim Kardashian:
Continuing the trend of girls with "dash" in their names who have big (d)ass(h)es: Stacey Dash of Clueless fame!:
And Serena Williams, who does not have the word "dash" in her name; however, she does dash around on the tennis court so hey, close enough!
The elderly gentleman in the last photo would do well to tune his metal detector past "nickel" and straight into the "bunz" setting, for the treasure is right before his very eyes. That was deep.
In the wild, zebras are social creatures that travel in packs called harems. Frequently preying on hyenas, lions, and other wild predators, they are skittish animals with highly developed senses. Unlike Kim Kardashian's zebra-printed ass, actual zebras probably haven't accepted a drenching in Brandy's brother's urine.
Miley Cyrus publicly apologizes for not wearing her seat belt. No seat belt is a slippery slope that leads headlong into Crotchflashtown and San Rehabton. (IMDb)
Bai Ling arrested for hamburglaring some gossip rags and a pack of batteries from an airport gift shop. Maybe she wanted to power up her G-spotter to use while gazing at herself in the fashion "What Were They Thinking?" section. (Celebitchy)
Oh, shut your tamalehole, J. Lo. Nobody wants to steal your dumb old crusty old babies. (The Blemish)
The Madamism of Hollywood. Waylon Flowers would be delighted. (Cityrag)
Say what you will about Kim Kardashian, that sitter of hers is A number one. (HolyTaco)
Amy Winehouse upgrades to Blake v. 2.0: all the creepiness none of the jail. Now with Magic-Gro Hair! (The Superficial)
Paris Hilton enjoys fishing. And fish enjoy the familiar, down-home smell of Paris Hilton's bacterial vaginosis. OK, that was pretty gross. Sorry, Paris. (FemaleFirst)
And speaking of Paris's vagina, she will be rubbing hers up against the lesbian thespians of The L Word. (The Superficial)
The results are in: Heath Ledger's death was caused by "accidental overdose" of SIX different types of prescription drugs. (TMZ)
Godspeed to you, Patrick Swayze! May your gut convalesce so that you may arabesque again. (IMDb)
Rihanna launches her own umbrella line. What if her hit song had been called "Colostomy Bag"? Guess you can't really stand under one of those, though. Or can you? (Daily Stab)
You might think a film festival is somewhere that people go in order to watch movies, but you'd be wrong. God, you're such a fucking moron, aren't you? People go to film festivals to get free shit they could easily afford and party-as-a-verb. At least if your last name is Hilton, anyway. Page Six brings us the haps on Sundance, and Mr. Skin brings us the funbags on film, after the cut. more »
This morning we found out that Kim Kardashian Superstar Part 2 was going to be released by Vivid and our victorious huzzahs filled the air. "Finally!" we thought. "The elusive tinkling footage is here! We'll finally see Kim playing the part of a dusky-skinned, bald-beaved, giant-assed urinal cake!" KimKSuperstar.com's release (hee hee hee hee hee hee hee) states:
The uncut version of Kim Kardashian Superstar runs over 100 minutes and features over an hour of never-before-seen footage. A trailer on the site promises added sex scenes and candid footage of Hollywood socialite Kardashian and her then-boyfriend, ex-child actor and hip-hop artist Ray J. The revamped website also includes a scandalous voicemail message from Kim to Ray J recorded just after Kardashian found out about the release of the sex tape."
Excitedly, we viewed the new trailer, rubbing our hands in pee-ticipation, only to get wee-wee blue balls! Where is the piss, people? Do we really need more footage of Ray-J saying, "HELLO?" into a phone? Is it totally necessary to include a voice mail of Kim whining, "You're sick? No, seriously? You're disgusting? And you wont, like? Return my calls? Actually? Don't return them at all? Because you're, like? Sick?" We never thought we'd complain about a preposterously pneumatic girl cavorting in a well-lit sex tape, but that was before rumor and innuendo tainted us with the promise of pee. We live in the age of Belladonna and 2Girls1Cup, friends. Anything less than quad anal while balancing a decorative bowl of loose human stools on one's back and it's like, ho hum. Vanilla. more »
We kick off unofficial Britney Spears Overload Day with a tale of giggly Truth or Dare gone lez. According to our gossip prom chaperone, FemaleFirst, Brit played a secret-spilling game with some friends and revealed that she would like to pound gorditas with bulbous-assed tinkle receptacle Kim Kardashian. A source quoted Britney as saying:
"I really love Kim's butt, skin and hair. Kim is a real woman. She is a real horny beast."
Well, she's got the "beast" part right, ho ho. The source continued, laughing,
"She was so graphic. It's funny to hear America's pop darling get so dirty."
Uhhhhh. While it's true that we've been in a K-hole for the last 8 months or so, we're pretty sure that "Britney Spears" and "America's darling" haven't been uttered near each other since possibly 2000. "Dirty"? This is a woman who has spent the greater part of the 2006-2007 fiscal year with her vagina visibly spread, inviting God and everybody to gaze deeply into her cervix. more »
There are many things in this world that frighten us. We end most days cowering in a corner rocking back and forth and chewing on our hair. Spiders, snakes, peppermint tea, Katie Couric, they all leave us jumpy and terrified. But nothing is more frightening than the powers of Playboy (except maybe the IRS). We're pretty sure Hef's minions include at least twelve eunuchs who troll the internet 24 hours a day searching for misused Playboy content and waiting to hit the speed-dial button for their scary lawyers. So as much as we would like to show you the actual pictures from Kim Kardashian's spread for the mag, we cannot overcome our fear to do so. But luckily our friends at I Don't Like You in that Way are fearless badasses who cower to no man (or Playboy-employed eunuch, as it may be). So pay them a visit and gaze upon the private bits of Kim K. There's even bush. Or what passes as bush in 2007. Which is to say two pubic hairs.
UPDATE: Sorry, suckers, you missed them. We told you those eunuchs were coming, but you just didn't listen. Now you'll just have to hide that Playboy between copies of Popular Mechanics and The New Yorker and hope the cute girl working the counter at Barnes & Noble doesn't notice you're buying nudie pics of a fame whore.
You our readers are not very difficult to understand. You like things like boobs and beavs and butts and celebrity sex tapes and nip slips and cleavage and upskirts. You seem to dislike things like talent and true newsworthiness and hard work and anyone who doesn't have a famous and/or ridiculously rich daddy. How else to explain your love of Kim Kardashian? Sure, there are a handful of you out there who still want more posts about AARON CARTER SHIRTLESS, but your numbers seem to be dwindling, and we think that Aaron Carter may be holed up in a mountain lodge in Wyoming with a year's supply of weed and Ho Hos and Hot Pockets, as we haven't seen him in a while. So Kimmy K. it is. Sure this clip of Kim posing for Playboy comes from her E! reality show (with her unfortunately spelled sisters Khloe and Kourtney), so there's no actual nudity, but it does have nipples hidden by layers and layers of pearls. And that spells class. Just like black lacquer, silk sheets, and mirrored ceilings.
Inspiring photo montage of Tara Reid in various stages of intoxication: the Sweaty Man-O-War, the Crotch Weeper, the Sunny Days Trailer Park Special, the Buttafuoco. (Cityrag)
New Kim Kardashian sex tape footage coming soon. In your pants. Get it? Get it? Get it? Huh? Do you get it? Did you get that joke? Huh? Get it? NADS! (The Hollywood Gossip)
Pamela Anderson is not pregnant, after all. Yeah, who cares, we have J. Lo to worry about now, babe, don't bother us. (GlossLip)
Hilary Duff is a serious actress. You can tell by her lacy half-leggings and erect nipples. (The Blemish)
Megan Fox is 3000% more attractive without drag queen makeup. Now, if only she could wash off the David Silver with some Pond's, we'd be set. (Drunken Stepfather)
Slice your wrists, get the girl. Kate Hudson is willing to give Owen Wilson another shot. In love. What did you think we meant? Oh, in the arm? Hahahaha, that's kind of funny. Here, take the keyboard, friend. (Yeeeah!)
Unlike 90% of the population, we at CelebNewsWire are fans of high-waisted jeans. But like 100% of the population, we are not fans of high-waisted jeans on Kim Kardashian. On a normal person, these dungarees would hit somewhere north of the nipples. On Kim, they're grazing the crack. Her corpulent buns look like they're about to bust though the seams, Hulk-style. At any rate, an ass like that should not be denim-clad. Denim is the fabric of the working class. Kim's ass should be outfitted in the finest silks and rarest pelts. It should also be buffed to a high sheen twice a day. And fed organic produce, and have its own assistant, and be immortalized in song, and have its likeness embroidered onto the flag of a small Caribbean country. And possible have a daffodil named after it. But not a peony, that would just be overkill.
Kim Kardashian has somehow managed to take her gigantic ass, wedge it into the door of our subconscious, and infest our brain forevermore. Sometimes by jerk awake in the middle of the night screaming, "Kim's ass! We can't stop thinking about Kim's ass" after dreams that we've stood atop her body and bounced and bounced, using her ass as a giant pogo ball. And now we'll have a chance to see her rumpus rotundus in all its glory--completely Ray-J free! TMZ reports:
Everybody knows Kim Kardashian is going to be in Playboy, but now it looks like she's going to be the mag's December cover girl and -- now for the really good news -- her pics will bare more than originally planned.
UsMagazine.com reports that The Tush will in fact "show one boob, and her bare butt" in her 12-page pictorial, which is "one of the longest spreads Hef has done in a long time," says a source, who adds that the final snaps were chosen yesterday.
And why, you may ask, is it one of the longest spreads Hef has done in years? Duh. It took twelve pages just to get her whole butt in the photograph.
The bigger Kim Kardashian's ass gets, the smaller her upper lip and nose get. Curiouser and curiouser. Can she manipulate fat in her body at will? That's quite the useful power. Perhaps she should join the X-Men. Then when there is the inevitable battle against Magneto and the bad guys, Wolverine will dice them up with his metal claws, Storm will cause a tornado to whisk them away, Gambit will chop their heads off with energy-powered playing cards, and Kim will stand there making her tits bigger by transferring mass from her thighs.
After the cut, we'll explore Kim, before and after. more »
Here's Kim Kardashian at a nightclub in Los Angeles over the weekend. Her hair is so lustrous and her dress is such a wonderfully flattering shade of blue. Her skin could not possibly be smoother or more caramel-hued. and those lips! Luscious, aren't they? Yes, that's right, Kim is a vision. Think we covered everything there--there's nothing else in this picture we could possibly comment upon.
Lindsay tells Billy Bush, "Yes. I am innocent... did not do drugs they're not mine." Well, technically the drugs they found weren't "done" yet because they were in her pocket. So . . . yeah! Innocent! (TMZ)
Kim Kardashian strapped her staggeringly huge bucket into a pair of bikini bottoms and took them to the beach. "Oho!" we thought. "Now we will truly get to the bottom (<-- awesome) of this mystery: assplants or padded underwear?" But Kardashian appears to have inherited the masterful legal mind of her father and cleverly conceals any clues that would lead to the unveiling of the reason behind her very suddenly large ass. She has a beach wrap AND a towel going on here--why would a lady so proud (and rightly so, mind you) of her colossal posterior, sticking it out for all pictures in the past few weeks, hide it while in a setting specifically designed to show off such a wonder? The one shot of the wet wrap in the water offers little. It doesn't LOOK like she's sporting any sort of stuffing--unless she's still hiding the assplant incisions, we're almost going to have to say that Kim is a mystical person who eats food and has every calorie go straight to her butt, where instead of turning to cellulitic flab, it changes over to perfectly rotund, semi-solid heaven. It's hoodoo business, this ass.