Celebrities Give Me Hives

Welcome to the Weekly Edition of Poptastrophe. Our friends over at MamaPop are made of win, and they have their fair share of catastrophes over in the celebrity circus arena. Together we have decided to form :

The Poptastrophe Alliance.

This is good for you – you get the worst of celebrities, served to you on a platter, every Friday.

Remember the good ‘ol days when the National Enquirer used to focus on crop circles and Jesus shaped french toast? Now – after a string of verified breaking stories – when they report, people listen. (Maybe you should take a second look at your breakfast after all.)

So when I read that the latest in philandering douche canoes was none other than His Royal Hotness Josh Duhamel…I sort of believe it. It does have the ring of truth. Especially since the stripper passed a polygraph.

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Kimmy Gibbler called. She wants her tights back.

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Posted by Karen Sugarpants on October 20, 2009
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Oh. Right. Because it’s made up of the rest of her shorts. Britney? I can see your breakfast from here.

Thanks Kaye!

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Posted by Karen Sugarpants on October 13, 2009
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The Poptastrophe Alliance.

This is good for you – you get the worst of celebrities, served to you on a platter, every Friday.

Whether it’s alcohol, cocaine, plastic surgery, or just good old fashioned The Crazy, some stars just can’t seem to keep it together. It goes to show you that money can’t buy good taste. Or judgment. Or sometimes even pants.

Let’s start with a New York Fashion Week after party where one miss Lady Gaga showed us her va-jay-jay. (It could’ve been worse. It could’ve been her pe-jay-jay. Must be nice for her to have a choice.)

She’s such a mess that I sort of love her. {Read more…}

(Craftastrophe says: sorry Erin! (not really.))

Posted by Karen Sugarpants on October 9, 2009
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I just can’t think of one occasion for where this may be suitable.

Guess that just makes me a straight edged stick in the mud, because really? I mean. You could wear mold just about anywhere. Right?

Don’t get me wrong. It’s cute, and well crafted; just… uh…. WHY?

I just can’t decide if it’s the moldy bread or the intestinal tract I like better.

Another thing…When I first read the dimensions I saw 4.5 and immediately thought inches (even though it’s actually centimeters) – and 4.5 inches? THAT’S HUGE. You’d be walkin’ around like Fava Flav with those intestines dangling from a gaudy chain.