Courtney Stodden is probbaly the worst thing the tabloids are picking up on….I hate that she gets attention… Not because I hate hooker looking trash in sex store gear screaming for attention…but because I hate them when they start getting the attention….. She’s talentless, uninteresting, not even hot, and more importantly not a day under 30…. It is almost like watching a high school play….sure I’d fuck them all, but I sure as hell wouldn’t finance their Broadway production…. I’ll look on and debate how good the head would be but I would keep it local….something that unfortunately didn’t happen for this trash….she should be the small town hooker….not in LA getting noticed…. She should be a friendster profile….or a myspace profile, you know like it was still 2001 and she was in her first year of college….and not whatever she’s become… I mean even Tila Tequila had more substance than this lie who hasn’t even done a sex tape or Playboy yet….but she’s got the implants and hard face for the shit…making it only a matter of time…even though it should have been her start…. Who cares…. To See The Rest of the Pics FOLLOW THIS LINK
Arianny Celeste was nice enough to send her lawyers after me in efforts to scare me with a lawsuit of illegally obtaining pics of her based on Florida law, that involved her naked on her hotel room balcony….for someone I ca assume was a paid photographer to generate some buzz, show off her purchased tits like she was still a vegas show girl, and allow her to pretend were illegal to get even more of her in our brain…because some of us aren’t closet cases who like half naked men grinding each other to death and don’t know the stripper trash they put int he mix to make it less gay to watch….you know to justify the boners….with a bikini body I prefer seeing naked on balconies….even though anyone can have tits like this, even my dog…provided I find the right surgeon…willing to go down that road….
The man suing John Travolta for sexual battery is responding to the actor’s denials, saying he can in fact prove the salacious behavior took place. Marty Singer, Travolta’s lawyer, says the lawsuit from the anonymous masseur is totally unfounded, as John wasn’t even in town at the time. Despite his claim that Travolta was not in L.A. January 16, and that the suit is “ complete fiction and fabrication ,” John Doe tells a different story. “I have proof to support the truth that I’m telling,” he said. Much like his name, he won’t reveal specific details … yet. Singer’s claim that John Doe would “regret” filing the lawsuit incensed the masseur, who says, “It is not for Mr. Singer to deny me my right.” “I represent the 99 percent of the population, the working class, and I was put in an inappropriate situation that I didn’t put myself in.”
Johnny T must have had the Saturday Night Fever for ol’ boy… John Travolta Sued For Allegedly Touching Masseur’s Private Parts According to TMZ reports : John Travolta has been sued by a masseur, who claims the actor tried to have sex with him during a session. According to the lawsuit, Travolta saw the masseur’s ad online, and scheduled an appointment for $200 an hour. The masseur did not know it was Travolta when the appointment was booked, but followed instructions and met up with a black Lexus SUV, which Travolta was driving. According to the suit, Travolta and the masseur, who says he saw Trojan condoms in the center console, drove to the Beverly Hills Hotel and went to Travolta’s bungalow. The suit claims Travolta stripped naked, appearing semi-erect. The masseur says he told Travolta to lay down on the table and the first hour went without incident. Then, according to legal docs, Travolta began rubbing the masseur’s leg, touched his scrotum and the shaft of his penis. The masseur claims he told Travolta he did not have sex with his clients, but Travolta was undeterred, offering to do a “reverse massage,” adding, “Come on dude, I’ll jerk you off!!!” The suit goes on to allege Travolta then masturbated and told the masseur he got to where he was “due to sexual favors he had performed when he was in his ‘Welcome Back Kotter’ days,” adding “Hollywood is controlled by homosexual Jewish men who expect favors in return for sexual activity.” The masseur — who is only listed as John Doe — claims Travolta called him a loser, but then doubled the hourly rate and sent him on his way. The suit seeks $2 million plus punitive damages. There have been rumors about Travolta being gay on the low for years now. Will this be the straw that leaves John with a brokeback??
Facebook.com – Become a Fan! Twitter.com – Follow Us! Jerry Springer is in a fabulous mood and is hilarious on the red carpet for Brit Week at the Beverly-Wilshire Hotel in Beverly Hills, and tells us he’s here tonight for his genuine admiration for Brit journalist, Piers Morgan. Springer thinks Howard Stern on ‘America’s Got Talent’ is a brilliant move, and also likes his own hosting gig on ‘Baggage’ — wishing he had thought of it himself. Finally, the infamous show host reveals his secret to success: stupidity!
Facebook.com – Become a Fan! Twitter.com – Follow Us! Kelly Osbourne is bedecked in some pretty fine haute couture and accessories for the Brit Week event at the Beverly Wilshire Hotel in Beverly Hills, and dishes it out about why she thinks America needs a “Royal Family” and why “England is the first for everything.” Looking picture perfect, Kelly also discusses incorporating neon colors into one’s fashion, and talks about the birth of her family’s newest member.
I’m Ryan, 19 from London. My friend Lauren came down from Manchester to stay at my place so we could try and meet Justin. We woke up early Monday morning (23/04/12) and set off out into Central London. We decided that we’d just go to the hotel where he stayed when he came over to turn the lights on at Westfield Mall. I tried to meet him that time, but was unsuccessful. As soon as we got there we saw around 20 fans, so we knew we were in the right place. Everyone stayed calm, thanks to Kadra’s skills at crowd control and when Justin arrived he stood on the wall and reached out to fans and touched their hands! Later on we found out that Justin was going to be at the Supperclub, so we turned up and we saw Kenny, Allison and Alfredo go inside the club along with members of the press, but no Justin. Kenny came out and started choosing fans from the crowd and Lauren & I were chosen. We were so excited and nervous that we were going to be let inside to hear the album and potentially meet Justin! We went inside and Reggie Yates introduced Justin on stage and he answered some questions. He then played Boyfriend and the 10 of us at the back were dancing to it and all of the press were looking at us! He played 6 more songs off the album such as ‘Believe’ and ‘Around the World’ and can I just say this album is amazing so far. Like, I can’t even; I’m so excited for the rest of the world to hear it. After the event had finished, Kenny brought Justin to the back of the room to meet us and when it came to my turn to meet him. I shook his hand & told him “Believe is an amazing song, I love it and I’m so excited for what’s to come” and he said “Thanks”. I asked him to follow me on twitter and he asked me for my Twitter name so I said ‘ryanswaggy’ and he then asked “is that spelled with a Y or an IE” at this point I was over the moon that I was actually interacting with Justin Bieber! So I replied “it’s spelled with a Y, you know, cause you changed it” and he looked at me with a grin. The next day he was going to radio so we got an early start and arrived at the hotel for 6am, Moshie came out and told us he was coming out at around 8, so we waited and his car pulled on to the sidewalk and he leaned towards the window to talk to fans, it got a bit crowded so he drove off. When he returned after his miniature radio tour the amount of fans that gathered outside the hotel required the police to attend and keep everyone in order, so I decided to go home and get some sleep. Lauren stayed overnight and she got to meet him at 1am, I got there at 1:20am and was gutted that I missed him. I waited alone for about 10 minutes and his car pulled into the hotel so I cautiously ran round after the car and called “Justin! Justin!” He got out the car and walked towards me. I was shaking! I told him that I missed him by 5 minutes earlier and he said “That’s okay.” I said to him that I was at the Believe album launch the other night and that I loved the album so far. I asked him for a picture to which he replied “Yeah sure.” Moshie took the picture! I said thank you and I said again that Believe was amazing work so far and he said thank you. As I walked away I shouted, “ryanswaggy” as to remind him to follow me on twitter and he shouted back, “Yes, SWAGGY!” A day passed and he was leaving London so we went back to the hotel to see him off. We decided to wait all night just in case he was flying out early. We met Kenny and Alfredo again as they were going out to celebrate Kenny’s birthday. Justin left the following afternoon and we both felt so depressed that’d he had gone. I woke up on the morning after (27/04/12) to find out that he had followed me on Twitter and I will always proclaim that this week had been the best week of my life. Justin was so good to his fans that week as he always has been, I just want to say a big thank you to Justin, Kenny & Alfredo for making the week so amazing. If i’ve learned anything from this week, it’s that Justin is the coolest person I’ve ever met, he’s so normal and caring its just very refreshing. Can’t break us! BELIEVE!! -@ryanswaggy Read the original: I’m Ryan, 19 from London. My friend Lauren came down from…
As mild, comforting and vaguely colonial as beans on toast, The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel brings together some of Britain’s top-shelf acting treasures for a story of late-life awakenings and self-discovery in India. Directed by John Madden (of Shakespeare in Love and, more recently, The Debt ), the film is, underneath its surface of warm fuzzies, a precision instrument aimed directly at the heart of its intended, underserved older audience. As predictable a path as it follows, it delivers exactly what it sets out to — a feel-good tale with equal portions of romance, tempered melancholy, transformation and low-key fish-out-of-water humor. And if the mechanics at work here are more than obvious, they’re also a fair price to pay for getting to see Bill Nighy joke with Judi Dench about his inability to fix a telephone, Maggie Smith force down local food in order to be polite, Tom Wilkinson join in a game of pickup cricket and Penelope Wilton look terrified during a tuk-tuk ride. The seven retirees in the main ensemble end up in Jaipur, enticed by marketing materials for a hotel “for the elderly and beautiful” that turn out to be more aspirational than actual. The place is run-down, some of the rooms don’t have doors and others have been taken over by wildlife — the manager Sonny (an aggressively animated Dev Patel) has unquashable enthusiasm but not particular skill for running a place or raising money to make much-needed fixes. Fortunately for him, most of his guests can’t afford to leave — they’ve outsourced their retirement to India rather than face living the rest of their lives tucked away or lauded as if they had already died. Housewife Evelyn (Dench) is there because the husband she always trusted to take care of things has passed away and left her in debt, forcing her to sell the apartment in which they lived. Douglas (Nighy) and his wife of almost 40 years Jean (Penelope Wilton) invested their savings in their daughter’s internet startup (the mystery of the online world to these characters is a recurring joke) — she’s been unable to pay them back, forcing them to either move to a depressing senior citizens community or out of the country entirely. Madge (Celia Imrie) and Norman (Ronald Pickup) are looking for love or, barring that, to get laid — they’re both anxious to prove to themselves that that part of their lives isn’t over. Muriel (Maggie Smith) is a former housekeeper who’s reluctantly left England in order to avoid a long wait for a hip replacement surgery. And Tom Wilkinson is Graham, a high court judge who’s gay (“nowadays more in theory than in practice,” he explains) and has returned to the place in which he grew up to track down his first love. Add to this Sonny’s attempts to date call-center worker Sunaina (Tena Desae) despite his mother’s (Lillete Dubey) desire to arrange his marriage to someone else and have him give up the hotel, and you have enough plot threads to easily carry the film through its unhurried two-hour runtime. And most of them work — Nighy and Dench are especially luminous playing explorers of the city who fall in love with India and with the renewed sense of possibility in their lives, their reserve giving way to tentative but genuine joy and an unexpected connection. Wilkinson is so disarmingly self-deprecating as Graham that it takes a while to realize that the confessions he’s making to his new friends are the most open he’s been in his life. Smith operates with the same glorious crabbiness she’s perfected in her recent roles, though the film’s attempt to treat her first as adorably racist and then as a uniting figure thanks to her transformative friendship with a maid is impossible to swallow even with her enjoyable performance. The Best Exotic Marigold Hotel portrays the city in which it’s set as chaotic, colorful and lively, but also ultimately a backdrop — this is not a film about India, it’s one about growing old in a terribly British fashion. “Can we be blamed for feeling that we are too old to change?” Evelyn muses in one of her blog posts that in voiceover periodically mark the story. While we in the audience have always known that’s not the case — that’s why we’re watching the film — the pleasure is in watching the characters on screen realize the fact themselves, to their delight. Follow Alison Willmore on Twitter . Follow Movieline on Twitter .
Facebook.com – Become a Fan! Twitter.com – Follow Us! Rihanna was spotted arriving to Hotel Gansevoort Manhattan looking stylish as alway and walking inside as if it was her runway!
