Emily Ratakowski is keeping me in the Easter Spirit, even though I’ve never really been in the Easter spirit before this moment. I never really fell for trash strippers in bunny costumes, and I don’t really have great family memories of Easter, from a catholic orphanage in mexico with a molesting priest, to an obese wife who just doesn’t stop eating cake, Easter’s been pretty horrible across the board, long weekend or not…but Emily Ratakowski, the miracle worker, the hottest bitch in the game, perfection send down from Heaven, like she may be the messiah, you know Jesus after resurrected, cuz that’s the only way I can explain the religious experience that comes over me when I see her. She’s got me speaking in tongues…tongues I’d like to shove in her ass….but in a loving and caring way….maybe we’d even play some love songs while we do it. I’m a fan. This easter bunny shit is perfect. Keep it up baby, you’re inspiring me….to masturbate.
Cisco Tschurtschenthaler may have the most ridiculous name in modeling, not because she’s done a whole lot of work and built a reputation of a clown, but because shit is 18 fucking letters long. I’ve never heard of her, but I will probably remember her, not because I’ve seen her tits in TREATS magazine, or because she’s done anything substantial, but because her name is so fucking stupid. It’s one of those names that you modify for your career cuz magazines can’t afford the real estate to credit you. You know like Oliva Wilde or some shit, and her name is only Cockburn, not Tschurtschenthaler and asif her fucking first name is actually Cisco, I mean no one is named Cisco, leading me to think she’s stage named the wrong half of her identity. Ultimately, what is a fucking name when it comes to toplessness, shit don’t fucking matter. I don’t even ask the hookers I fuck for their names, shit is just noise and gets in the way of trying to get a boner for their titties. I just can’t get over this fucking name though…trying to pronounce it has been hysterical…
As much as people hate on Lohan, I’ve always been pretty loyal to her, or at least to her amazing tits. I believe that as much as she’s fallen off, and as much as she’s raped her career, there is still hope for her, or at least for her tits. To inspire, to create, to achieve greatness or at the very least to be masturbated to. She may be an ex-text-buddy, old facebook friend, ex-twitter follower to me…gone but never forgotten…because these tits, are fucking legendary and if they are in fact fakes, as rumored for many years, they should be a mandatory purchase for all women, because that one thing will make life a better place, because I know that Lohan’s tits make my life a better place. Here they are getting off a helicopter, spilling out of her dress, legendary/ TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
My name is Amy and I met my idol on the 21st February 2013 in Manchester. I am so grateful and will never stop being a belieber. On Thursday 21st, my mom and I made our way to Manchester to meet Justin. I was so happy and excited, I couldn’t wait. Around 6’o’clock we showed the security our tickets and they gave us are bags with cool signed Bieber merchandise inside and we entered the arena. While we were waiting for Justin we heard lots of screaming coming from outside and then Kenny came into the room, we all started going crazy. Kenny was taking pictures with a few fans that was at the end of the room but everyone that was in the line to meet Justin didn’t want to move so we just ended up shouting at Kenny to come down to us. He was busy and couldn’t stop for long so he shouted to us, waved and left. The security then led us backstage and into another room. Then we heard Justin shout “I love you” and jump out of the tent. Everyone went crazy again and I was crying so much. I had to try and stop because I didn’t want to cry for my picture. I was one of the first people to go in to meet Justin and I was shaking like mad. The first person I saw was Alfredo and I could feel a lump in my throat, I again, had to hold my tears back. He smiled and waved at me. I turned around and there he was, my idol, looking so perfect. I was in the same room as the person that saved my life, Justin Bieber. I walked over to him and he opened his arms and asked me how I was. I said, “I’m so happy to be here” and “thank you so much for everything.” He smiled and said, “It’s no problem and I’m happy you’re here too.” I gave him a hug and he put him arm around my shoulder and we took the picture. I gave him another hug and told him I loved him and he said he loved me too. As I was walking out he ran his hands down my arms and held my hand. I could not believe what had just happened. When I walked out the room I broke down in tears. I had just met the person that I had been watching on YouTube for 4 years and buying his albums, etc., and now I had met him. It was a dream come true. My mom held me as I cried and cried. When I calmed down a bit it was time to go in and take our seats. While we were waiting for Cody to come out I rang my cousin and told her all about meeting Justin. When Cody and Carly had finished, Justin came out and I broke down again. It was so amazing the show was great and I will never forget the day. -Amy Originally posted here: My name is Amy and I met my idol on the 21st February 2013 in…
Hana Jirickova is some up and coming model who I think is pretty fucking lovely. I have no idea where she is from, but she looks like a communist place where her parents once waited in line for toilet paper, but that has turned into a place with the most billionaires per capita, obsessed with designer clothing and all things expensive, making for the girls to be fucking bratty cunts. Not that Hana Jirickova is a bratty cunt…but she is humping a tree for Vogue Mexico and that shit is probably the equivalent to doing gang bang anal porn that is bottom of the barrel, just to get a name for yourself…the fashion version. But at least she’s doing Vogue.
Panty flashes are better when there are no panties, or when the panties are stained, or when there is a wet spot from leakage, pee or squirt. Especially when they are on Eva Mendes, the token hispanic babe with great tits they pulled out of a life of single mom stripper and gave the life of Hollywood to, because I would expect a better performance out of her, you know based on her historical relevance to the fucking world. You know a legacy built on being a babe in movies we all want to fuck. The kind of girl who shouldn’t be flashing panties, but instead should be flashing labia. TO SEE THE REST OF THE PICS FOLLOW THIS LINK
Moron millionaires mismanaging money. Celebrities That Have Faced Penalties For Not Paying Their Taxes It seems like almost weekly we see another celebrity get their pockets tapped by Uncle Sam. For the life of us we can’t figure out why the folks with the most money are the least responsible with it, but apparently beef with the IRS is just par for the course in Hollyweird. Take a look at some of the most infamous tax-dodgers in celebrity history on the flip side.
Dear Bossip , I am a 24 year-old mother and college graduate of one year. I already have a job in my field of Law Enforcement. I said that to say this, I am not usually confused in most areas of my life. I pretty much know what I want and go for it and I don’t let negative things cloud my judgment (usually). Well, I really don’t know where to start, but here it goes. I was with my daughter’s father for 7 years. I lost my virginity to him. We had her around that 7th year and during my pregnancy I found out that he had been cheating on me for a little over a year with someone else. I was extremely hurt and broken over that. Although it was very hard I ended that relationship and endured the joys and hardship of being a single mother, but I pulled through just fine. Well, that was 3 years ago and I have been single ever since, and my daughter has not ever seen me show any type of affection to any guy, not even her dad because I left him when she was only 2 weeks old. I am very protective over my child, as any mother should, and for the fear that a new relationship would not last and that would only confuse her once she became attached. I have not introduced her to anyone I’ve been out with. Well, almost a year ago, I met this guy who is 5 years older than I am. He was a complete gentleman and he asked me out on a date. I agreed because I was impressed by this approach. We hit it off. I found out he was in a previous relationship for 14 years and they have 2 kids together. I was a little suspect about that, but several dates came after that. I made him wait about 3 months before we had sex because for one it had been a while for me and I had only been with one other person and I also wanted to develop something more than just physical. And, we did…everything was perfect, months went by and I started falling in love with him, but I still did not allow him to meet my daughter. About 2 months ago, things changed. I saw him with the mother of his children dropping one of his kids off at a skating rink. I just so happen to be there taking my daughter to a party. I asked him about that and his excuse was he was spending time with his kids. Ok, so when does spending time with your kids involve you being in a car with their mother DROPPING THEM OFF??? We started to go out on dates less often and I stopped seeing him less often. I questioned him about the relationship with him and his children’s mother and he denied anything was going on. One day, I received a call from her from his phone and -ish hit the fan. She told me they had been married for some time and asked questions that any other woman would ask and I answered them honestly. She then woke him up and gave him the phone. Once he heard my voice, he hung up. Shortly after, he calls me and wanted to know why I told her the truth!!! I told him he made me the “side chick” unknowingly and that if I had lied for him, then that would have made me like any other “side peice.” I cut him off after that. I don’t know why, but I was not as hurt as I thought I would be and I haven’t given him any much thought since. It’s been 2 months since I’ve spoken to him, then all of a sudden he’s been blowing my phone up none stop, leaving voice mails saying how much he misses me and asking can we just be friends at least. I finally answered his call and told him I still wanted nothing to do with him and to just cut his losses and move on (just like that). Since then I have been thinking about him none stop and I’m starting to miss him a lot. I don’t know if it’s because of the fact that I have not had sex with anyone since him and I’m “f**kstrated,” or because I really do miss him. I’m starting to feel like I want him around after all…WHAT SHOULD I DO??? – Truly Confused Dear Ms. Truly Confused , Girl! LOL! I love your word, “F**kstrated.” And, that is exactly what you are! F**kstrated! Chile, this man lied to you. He deceived you. He manipulated you into thinking he was a single man who had a baby momma and that you and he had some type of relationship. Then you discovered he is married. And, now you’re writing and asking what should you do because you miss him, and you’re feeling some type of way. Uhm, boo boo, he is still married. He has a wife and family. Why would you want to be with this man? What would you gain? Why would you knowingly want to sleep with this man when you know he has a wife and a family? And, so now you’re okay with being a “side chick?” SMDH! Don’t be the other woman. It’s not cute. It’s not worth it. It’s not who you are. If you have all these morals and values around not introducing your daughter to various men, and you uphold standards of being a virtuous woman, then what lesson will your daughter learn knowing her mother is sleeping with a married man? How can you live with yourself knowing you’re sleeping with another woman’s husband, and you’re nothing to him but some a**? But, hold up, when his wife called you and she put him on the phone and he hung up on you, then had the nerve to call you back and ask you why did you tell her the truth? Girl, that right there is when you should have called his wife back and told her. But, you should have set his a** up and told him to meet you at a nice hotel. And, then you and his wife should have shown up together and whooped his a** together! Chile, you want to portray yourself to your daughter as if you’re a good woman and that you’re not out there sleeping with various men, but what will you say to her knowing that is not who you are? Let’s consider these facts: 1.) He’s married. He’s still calling you, and thus, this means he is lying to his wife. And, if he lies and cheats on her, he will do the same to you. Point blank! 2.) He’s done this before. Girl, I hope you don’t think you’re the first woman he has done this with. I’m sure the other women who were unknowingly made the side chick left his bum a** alone when they learned he was married. You’re the only one who is dumb enough to really consider being a married man’s side chick. 3.) He has children. You have children. Do you people really consider your children in your decision making when you’re playing these games? How will this affect them in the long run? What lessons they will learn from all of this? How do you explain to your daughter that you’re a married man’s side chick? 4.) You’ve seen him with his wife. You’ve spoken to his wife. Sooooo, you’ve reconciled in your head that despite seeing her, speaking with her, and him lying about his 14-year marriage that it’s okay to go ahead and continue your sexual relationship with him simply because you’re “F**kstrated.” Now, let’s get to the real root of your frustrations. You are exactly what you’ve declared, F**kstrated. You need some steady man meat in your life. And, you’re willing to compromise your morals and values because you’re d**kmatized. It’s not worth it. There are millions of single men in the world, and I’m sure there are many single men in your city, or area. Get yourself one of them and take out your sexual F**kstrations with them. You need the sexual stimuli and release with a man who can satisfy your desires and needs. You’re missing male companionship, and because you have all these rules that dictate your life, and with introducing men to your daughter, you’ve put yourself on a sexual hiatus. It doesn’t have to be this way. You can still have fun, enjoy yourself, and be sexually active without bringing men to your home. I’m sure there are plenty of men who have their own homes or apartments. Hell, you can even go to a hotel and get your freak on! Don’t deny yourself sexually if that is what you need. You just have to be creative in getting and doing what you need to do without bringing men to your home. Look, the point here is that you should tell that man to lose your number, block his number, and stop communicating with him. He’s married. That is something you don’t want to be a part of, or get mixed up in. Get yourself your own man. A single man who can satisfy your sexual needs and desires. And, hopefully it will lead to a relationship. Until it does, you can go to his home, a hotel, or find other creative ways to enjoy an active and healthy sex life. Honey, you’re a woman with needs. And, the last thing you want to be is a woman who is F**strated and laying up with some other woman’s husband. – Terrance Dean Hey Bossip Fam, what do you think? Share your opinions and thoughts below! Also, e-mail all your questions Terrance Dean : loveandrelationships@bossip.com Follow Terrance Dean on Twitter : @terrancedean “LIKE” Terrance Dean on Facebook , click HERE! 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My name is Núria and I’m a Spanish belieber. I know everyone says this, but I never though I would ever be lucky enough to get the chance to meet Justin or to live any experience related to him. Let me start off that on July 14th 2012, was the day I went to Stratford. You may be thinking, “What? A Spanish belieber in Stratford?” But yeah, I WENT TO STRATFORD. I was studying English in Canada for a month and staying with an amazing host family who made one of my dreams come true. They live 1.5 hours away from there and I spent the whole way singing to Justin’s song with them and my friend Belén. I was crying and sobbing when I got there. For someone that’s from a small town near Barcelona, Spain, it was something that seemed impossible to do. It was one of the best days of my life. I sat on the steps of the Avon Theatre, where it all started. Unbelievable. But I’m here to tell you about the day I made my biggest dream come true, after almost 5 years of being a belieber, I finally met Justin Drew Bieber Mallette. It all started on December 18th 2012. I had floor tickets to go to Justin’s concert in Barcelona on March 16 , but that day my friend @CyrusTheWorld sent me a link that said that they were selling M&G tickets. I cried for almost an hour trying to convince my mum to buy them and that I’d give her the money if she did it. I was so scared they would be sold out by the time my mum said yes, but luckily they weren’t so I bought one. What did I do with my other ticket? I gave it to a belieber who couldn’t afford buying one. It’s all about giving back, right? From that moment, I knew that I had to do something for other beliebers who didn’t have the opportunity to meet Justin, so I made a scrapbook for him, but like a professional one. I spent hours and hours working on it and it cost me almost 300€. I was hoping Justin or someone from the team would see it. On March 16 2013, I got up really early because of my nerves. I prepared everything for the concert and the M&G and at 11 we (my mum, my dad, my neighbour’s sister and I) left for Justin’s hotel in Barcelona, Hotel Arts. We waited there for about 1.30h but Justin didn’t come out and I had to go to the venue to meet so friends there so I couldn’t stay any longer. Hours passed really, really, really slow but it was 4:30 p.m. and I had to be in the line for the M&G at 4:45 p.m. I couldn’t find my mum and dad, and my mum was the one who had to go and get the tickets. You can imagine me crying because I thought I was gonna lose my opportunity to meet my idol, Kidrauhl. But it all ended up good, or I wouldn’t be writing this. A lady came to talk to us and explained what we could and couldn’t do at the M&G. We finally got inside the room where we were gonna meet Justin, and there was this black curtain room we knew Jusitn was inside. How can I explain my feelings right in that moment? There were two lines – the ones who had bought the tickets and the ones who had won them. I was so nervous, the people who were standing next to me in the line were flipping out. That was funny though. I had the scrapbooks in my hands, yes two, and the other gifts for him, a necklace that says, “Make it about the music” and some letters from other Beliebers. I then saw Kenny and Alfredo. They came out of the curtain room and we could all catch a glimpse of Justin. HE WAS PERFECT. The M&G started and it was all so fast you didn’t get to talk to him, or that’s what it seemed like. I was the last one with an individual picture. Kenny saw me and came to me so I could get inside before the group ones. I showed him the scrapbooks and he promised me he’d make Justin read them. Kenny was so nice and he told me I was so cute and to have fun. Then he opened the curtain and the first thing I saw was Alfredo. Then I turned my to my right to face Justin. HE IS INCREDIBLY HANDSOME. He was wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt, a black jacket and sunglasses. I was trying to go to Justin but I was so much in shock that I couldn’t move. Alfredo was kind of laughing about the situation. Justin looked at me, I couldn’t really tell if he was checking me out or he was staring at my clothes or something. Alfredo looked at me, looked at Justin and then Justin looked at me and he said, “Come here” with a cute and soft voice. I managed to walk up to him and he came at me and gave me the biggest and sweetest hug ever. He was so sweet the whole time. He didn’t have to though, I’m already in love with him. While in his arms I said, “Hi Justin.” He replied to me with, “Hi sweetie, how are you?” I don’t know how but it seemed like a conversation between two friends who hadn’t seen each other for a long time. I said, “Good, I couldn’t be better,” and he pulled away from the hug slowly and giggled. He had a smile on his face the whole time. “Good, perfect,” he grabbed my hand while saying that and turned me around. We were both facing the camera and before I could even prepare myself, I heard him say, “SMILE.” I swear he took one of the best pictures of all the M&G. He looks so silly, just how we love to see him. After we took the picture, I said, “Thank you so much Justin,” and of course, he’s such a flirt, he has to kill me with his words, he said, “No, thank YOU sweetie.” I was in shock. I didn’t even know what I was doing. I told him, “I love you” and he said, “I love you too.” He hugged me, again. Like I can just die in peace now. The bodyguard who was controlling the M&G came to me and grabbed my shoulders, trying to push me away from Justin. But Justin was hugging me even tighter. I tried to say, “I love you” again but words didn’t come out from my mouth, Justin understood me perfectly though. He said, “Te amo” with a sexy, raspy voice. Oh my gosh that was perfect. It was the last thing we said to each other because the bodyguard wanted me to leave. I swear Justin was looking at me with a “I’m so sorry” face and that broke my heart for a second. I was walking out and turned to see Justin again. He was smiling at me, winked at me and blew me a kiss to say goodbye. I had just made my dream come true and I couldn’t even believe it. It was so perfect that seemed so unreal. I was so in shock that the lady who was giving the merchandise had to walk me to the door because I couldn’t stand on my feet. I couldn’t do a thing, I couldn’t talk, I couldn’t walk. Happy tears. The concert and everything was just so perfect, I don’t think I’ll ever forget that day, I don’t want to. But yeah, dreams DO come true, if you fight for them and never give up. Hope you enjoyed this. -@radiiatelove Continue reading here: My name is Núria and I’m a Spanish belieber. I know everyone…
My name is Flore, I live in France and I met Justin on March 19th during his Believe tour in Paris. This day was seriously the best day of my life. I dreamed of this day for three and a half years, since the first day I found out about him. I knew I had to meet him, it was just vital. First of all, I worked really hard during the summer to save money for the Believe tour. In October, I found out that meet & greet tickets were available for the concert in Paris. You can imagine I didn’t hesitate a second to buy one. As my best friend is also a belieber and we’re always doing everything together, I also bought a ticket for her. The days passed, weeks and months and here we were on March 19 2013, the big day. I had a lot of trouble falling asleep the night before, but no harm against waking up at 6 a.m. in the morning. My best friend and I were super excited. The wait in the que was really long but the excitement was passing the time. The tour bus stopped in front of us and we could see all of Justin’s dancers, his grandfather and Carly. Around 5:30 p.m. a staff member (Ryan) gave us our passes and our M&G bracelets. We sat on the floor and suddenly, someone came into the room. It was Dan Kanter! He was really awesome and adorable. He took the time to take pictures with all the fans, to sign autographs and also to call fans. I had the chance to have 3 pictures with him and he signed my ticket. When Dan left, everything went on very quickly. Everything was set in place, ready for the meeting and it began. I knew the meeting was fast but at that point it was really stressful. I saw someone come in, then out immediately. It was my best friend’s turn and then mine! I pushed the curtain and remained fixed in front of Justin. I couldn’t say a word. Dustin took my stuff and I could hear Justin say “Hey!” to me but I didn’t arrived to answer. I came closer and took him by the waist for the photo as he placed his hand on my shoulder. When it was finished, I was leaving the room without even opening my mouth to ask him for a hug. I started detaching my arm off of him when I suddenly felt HIS arm going around my waist and holding me tight against him. Without laughter, the hug lasted five seconds. Five seconds doesn’t seem long but for me it is. He let go, looked at me and said “thank you.” I haven’t done anything else besides looking at him in the eyes and smile like an idiot. I was paralyzed. I left the room and cried my heart out. The end of the night was also crazy. The concert was just GIANT and Justin is really huge on stage. I want everyone to experience what I experienced that night because even 15 seconds with Justin is better than nothing. I swear, you will remember this for the rest of your life. Justin has changed my life and March 19th 2013 will forever be the most beautiful day of my life. Never give up, never say never and you WILL meet him. -Flore The rest is here: My name is Flore, I live in France and I met Justin on March…
