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.
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.
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…}
Look, I liked Twilight as much as the next horny housewife, but I certainly drew the line at putting my pillows in the freezer and rigging our shower to dump glitter on my unsuspecting husband.
Edward was a little too pale for my liking. If you saw my husband, you’d know for certain that I’m Team Jacob. See also: Team Justin Bobby of The Hills. Rawr.
In the interest of Poptastrophe, I thought I’d bring out some old Twilight-inspired gems and present some new Vampire-y Goodies to mock freely.
First up: PUPPETS.
Meet Edward Cullen. You know, in case you’ve been under a rock and have never seen him.
He can stop vans with his bare hands and stuff.
And his blood-thirsty likeness in the form of PUPPETS!
Tell me Edward has not been reduced to a toilet paper cozy! (he hasn't, we checked. whew.)
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.
Oh, David David David. Must you end up being like all the rest?
David Letterman announced on last night’s show that he received a package 3 weeks ago from an individual attempting to extort $2 million from him in exchange for keeping David’s affairs with staff members a secret.
(I suggest taking a very deep breath NOW. This isn’t going anywhere good.)
David then divulged that he had contacted the Special Prosecution Bureau of the Manhattan D.A.’s office., which in turn cut a phony $2 million check to the alleged extortionist who was arrested today.
David went on to admit that it was true: he had had sexual relationships with members of his staff and that he had testified to that fact before a grand jury earlier in the day.
Welcome to the 1st 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. I haven’t seen a pairing this awesome since Donald Trump became the spokesperson for Double Stuffed Oreos.
Oh you think I’m kidding?
I told you I wasn’t kidding.
Now without further adieu, take it away Mamapop!
Since 40 isn’t allowed to exist in Hollywood, unless of course YOU’RE A MAN, many celebrity women seem willing to do whatever it takes to freeze time. Sadly, the only thing frozen are their faces.
Of course they deny having anything done, instead crediting their appearance to “diet”, “exercise”, and, my favorite, “good makeup!”. Yet, we have our suspicions…
Let’s start with Meg Ryan. Beautiful girl grew into beautiful woman and then…CLAYMATION. Why, Meg, why?
The following celebs refuse to fess up. So, you be the judge. Good genes or good doctors?
