Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher

This wasn’t your typical celebrity malfunction, this was an utter disaster from the beginning. Demi must have been blinded by the Kabbalah water that she gulps down like a frat-boy does beer on a Friday night. Did Ashton leave a note on the kitchen counter that read, “Hey Mom, thanks for the sex, but I’m going to move out on my own?” What was she thinking? Or, better yet; what was he thinking? Did he think that ass was going to stay tight like a snare drum until he reached 45? Oh, FFS….just another Hollywood divorce, and it couldn’t happen to a more deserving couple! Ta-ta

Buzzkill Artists!

Don’t you hate buzz kills? I’m talking about these cretin pinheads who have made this an art form! It doesn’t matter where you go, what you do, or what you say, there’s always some righteous and arrogant ass, who feels it’s their noble endeavor to ruin your day. They don’t necessarily mean to, it’s just that they’re socially inept fuc*-tards! They feel it’s their obligatory duty to simply ruin your “moment.” You can spot one a mile away, because if it’s a girl, they wear turtle-necks and if it’s a guy, they wear cardigan sweaters. Neither one has been laid, so maybe that’s the reason. idk