Tuesday, November 22, 2016

CILLA VAPES, BUT IS LUKE WARM TO SCRAPES

What's all THIS then? What a shocking headline, eh?? Cilla Blackledge fighting??? 



Reached for comment, Cilla Blackledge said, "What rhymes with cunts? Bunce! Go talk to HIM. He'd tell you that it's LUKE who is fighting, not ME. In fact it's right THERE in the article. LUKE. And no, he's not my brother. The only LUKE I know is an utter idiot who...well, nevermind." 

Cilla returned to her vaping. With a quick exhale, she said, "The only guy I'd fight — and I'm sure I'd win — is on the editorial staff of that slimy, stinky Grimsby Telegraph, aka Tell-a-Laugh." 

Yes, Cilla is still annoyed that her comments are no longer being printed, "as they were the best things in the fucking paper, and they know it. They are jealous, vapid morons." She added something else, tongue-in-cheek, which made it difficult to understand her. 

Picking up an abacus, she added, "The Grimsby Telegraph is a vapid, soulless, money-grabbing hellhole from which no semblance of dignity can be preserved." 

Hmmm. Really? When pressed, Cilla admitted that she swiped that last line from the latest Piers Morgan column, which was all about how Kuntye went berserk and had to be hospitalised. 

 

"I must say," Cilla said, thus proving her point, "that last line was good. If it was a comment in the Tell-a-Laugh it would've been censored! When Piers tries, he can STILL write a good line. I wish him...uh...cuff links that don't keep falling off! Look at that photo of him. Hold onto the cuff links, Piers!"       

Saskatune & Horstshit

For a brief moment, they were a POWER COUPLE.  


Things went downhill once this photo was snapped.

Was Saskatune really closing her eyes and thinking of England, and about to SUCK COCK?

No, she began crooning a Sting song, which is why he's not hard. It became a DISASKIA after that. A transcript: 

"Didn't you get aroused by hearing my perfect golden voice?"  

"Didn't you get aroused seeing me un-box my Pink Floyd?" 

"Is Pink Floyd the name for that repulsive sausage dangling just under your enormous belly? I'm insulted you aren't hard. You are the worst crowd I ever played to. Why don't you clap?"

"I have the clap. But that's not why I am not hard, mein Pale Potato. Your face not only stops a clock, it shrinks a cock. Even when I close my one good eye, it haunts me."

"Maybe you're not a Buy-Nazi, aroused by acquiring garbage, but a Bi-Nazi, and what you really want is a boy, not a girl!" 

"Ach du Yorkie Bars! Mein Saskatune, if that were so, you would arouse me, because you have a boyish face. You could play lead in "Oliver" or "Peter Pan." That is, if you could stand sharing the stage with other people." 

"Never! MY gift is solo performing in front of "packed" audiences who don't pay to get in, or pay for my CD's, but instead donate much MORE because my show was SO GOOD."

"No, they pay to LEAVE. They are so relieved it's over, they thank Christ and toss down their money as an offering. Then they say: Please God, don't let me ever have another experience with another arrogant, self-absorbed egomaniac bitch!"  

"Hey, you said that WITHOUT a German accent! Take off that fake beard and the glasses with the wonky Dick Deadeye prosthetic eye socket! Why it's..." 

"Bill Hoobastank! I didn't mean to insult you, Saskatune. It's just that your personality is SO irritating, it makes me grind my teeth down to my gums."

"Say something nice about me, then." 

"You have a much better voice than Shauna, damn it!"

"You're damning with faint praise. You think I'm gonna sign with YOU? What do I need YOU for, when I promote MYSELF so well on TWITTER?"

"Gurgle...gurgle...bloppp....kerblopppp...." 

"Oh, if only he was wearing his nappy! I wish there was a "cover version" of YOU! I don't know what's worse, seeing you naked or that awful pile at your feet!"

"You're at my feet, too, Saskatune. And people say you're hot shit, too!" 

"Thank you for the NICE COMMENT. PS, tell Shauna she sucks!" 

"Yes, she does. And she swallows, too! I only wish I could say I know this from experience...Oooh, get me to the toilet...ooooh, I'VE FALLEN IN THE WATER!!" 

And that was the Goon Show, script by Spike Milligan and Larry Stephens, programme produced by Pat Dixon! (thanks, Roland, for staying out of it!) 

Monday, November 21, 2016

Basket Case Doesn't Want Anything TOO Big in her Mouth

"I am a real Suzy Creamcheese," says Basket Case, in that posh-fake accent of hers. "I have a bland voice. It's SUCH a welcome change from Dylan, Cohen, Sting, Adele and the rest. The secret is that I don't open my mouth too wide. 

"I know guys like blowjobs, but I am NOT going to open my mouth really wide and RUIN my career. Yet, since opposites attract, this pasty-faced flat-chested aging white woman, is attracted to young Somali immigrants with BIG COCKS! But big ones would ruin my mouth.

"I was inspired by that new Leonard Cohen song. How about ordinary cocks like the white ones I've been sucking, but DARKER? 

"I put up adverts on the street, and went on social media, and I've had very good luck. I've gotten to suck LOTS of black guys with average dicks!  

"Of course, I don't swallow. I don't want my precious vocal cords burned by caustic Nigga spunk!" 

Sunday, November 20, 2016

What's that Smell?

Yes, every day a bunch of stinkers invade EBAY.

The site supposedly has "filters" but an obvious auction with the obvious header USED PANTIES was not stopped.

$42 for this idiot bitch? 



Tell me more: 



Somebody, put a ziploc bag over her head and SEAL IT. 

And the Meek shall...be pesty? What happened to being meek?

The fact that a clueless fanboy email group won't STOP SENDING CRAP to people who no longer pay dues or want it, is not a surprise. 

Somebody thinks people care about a guy named MEEK who died 50 years ago? A person like that has lost touch with reality, so no wonder he'll keep people on the mailing list. How could anyone NOT want to know about some obscure nobody who has an obscure connection to the MEEK freak? 

Ask the average person and you'll get a blank look. Who? Never heard of him. Meek? You say "He wrote TELSTAR." And they say, "Never heard it." Fact is, there are several generations who have NOT heard this song, EVER. Consider there are several generations who also haven't heard a Phil Spector production or, having heard it, cared. What, no vocoder? No cursing? 

So I feel for the poor guy who is getting emails he no longer wants, on people who NEVER MEANT ANYTHING IN THE FIRST PLACE. 

I know the feeling. I get emails from clueless fanboys. I also find myself DISOBEYED by companies who do NOT follow my instructions. 

I took one of my websites OFF automatic renewal. The prick involved doesn't appreciate what I do for him, so he can pay for it or fuck off. Guess what. The other day I got a notice, "Your site has been automatically renewed." I'm out $25. Wait till next year. 

I am going to write a letter saying, "DO NOT RENEW AGAIN. DO IT TO ME AGAIN AND I'LL SUE YOU FOR TREBLE DAMAGES, YOU SNEAKS."  

For several days, I've gotten frantic emails from an admin with a forum I never visit. Back in the day, I was in several forums. Now, I hardly bother with any of 'em. THIS one, I only joined because I wanted to correct some misinformation. There was a dopey post on a celeb friend of mine, and I had to join in order to set the record straight. 

The forum in question has just 120 idiot members who like to babble about science-fiction nonsense. Since that ain't me, I never went back after correcting the post, even though many were enthusiastic for MORE from me ("You know HER....wow...tell us...") 

Lately I've gotten a bunch of emails because the forum was taken off line. No, not for piracy (they don't "share" shit). It's because the owner had a STROKE. The owner is in a LIFE AND DEATH CRISIS, which the clueless fantasy-lads of fanboy-world don't seem to understand.

Previous emails were basically: "I've contacted the wife. She won't return my emails. I tried her son. He won't respond either. I am SO frustrated! I love the forum! I know dozens feel the same way! We want to talk sci-fi! What can I do? I will keep trying to reach her and her son, so STAY TUNED." 

Yeah. I sent his junk into the spam folder, but it kept piling up. Curious, I read one of the newer posts: 


Do you believe it? OF COURSE YOU DO.

This is exactly how infantile, selfish, stupid "fans" are. They aren't in the real world. They are only concerned with their "fun." This guy wants to natter about science fiction, and another pathetic dozen or two like to natter with him. So he's been tormenting the wife and son of a desperately ill man. 

Who knows, the wife might've HATED her hubby's silly hobby, and is glad his pals are in misery. She might resent that assholes want to continue without him. Whatever. 

There are HOW many science fiction forums on the Net? HOW many Farcebook groups? People can easily go find other places to waste their time. THIS odd mod has to keep whining about THIS forum he can't do without. 

Couldn't he just start up his own forum via a FREE forum hosting service? Couldn't he start a fucking FARCEBOOK version? 

Today's email:  


Yes, he is going to torture this aging woman until he gets his FUN back! 

He's "desperate." 

What's his next email going to say? 

"I took a bus to a train and found Vickie, and put a light saber to her head. I rigged it to generate 50,000 volts of electricity. I told her to PUT THE FORUM BACK ON LINE OR I'D ZAP HER, AND THEN KILL HER SON AND HUSBAND..."

He'd get off, too. "I was desperate. She took away my FUN. I was entitled! It's what Voldemort would've done!!"  

Huh? Kubrick Goes Nuts Then Goes "FUNDME"

Hillbilly psychologist "Dr. Phil," scored ratings by getting wacko Shelley Duvall to expose her paranoid delusions on national TV. 

In the "teaser" leading up to Friday's broadcast, CBS ran clips of Duvall muttering that Robin Williams isn't really dead, and that she's being stalked by The Sheriff of Nottingham. There was this LURID graphic used in the ads:


This led the daughter of sadistic director Stanley Kubrick to insist on a boycott of the show: 

"“You are putting Shelley Duvall ‘on show’ while she is suffering from a pitiable state of ill health. Unquestionably, this is purely a form of lurid and exploitive entertainment — it’s appallingly cruel … I recoil in complete disgust. I hope others will join me in boycotting your utterly heartless form of entertainment, because it has nothing to do with compassionate healing.”

Stanley Kubrick, it's been widely reported (including by Duvall herself) was incredibly obnoxious and dangerously nasty during the filming of "The Shining." In this, the most notable film of Duvall's career (er, playing Olive Oyl in the Robert Altman bomb "Popeye" is the other), Kubrick insisted upon take-after-take. While Jack Nicholson watched in REAL horror, Kubrick abused Duvall over and over in scene after scene, till he got what he wanted, which was a woman visibly on the verge of a nervous breakdown. 

Now? After the show was aired? Kubrick's boycott-minded daughter apparently saw it and decided to play Dr. Phil herself. Dr. Phil didn't do much, did he? Daughter of Kubrick can do more. How? Oh, sit back and let the good-hearted saps toss their money into the GoFundMe pot. Raise money that will go to somebody or other who somehow speaks for Shelley Duvall's interests. Her mother. Her boyfriend. Somebody who hasn't been doing such a good job so far. 



The "Dr. Phil" show was impossible to watch. If you have any sensitivity about mental health issues, you could take only so much of Duvall's clueless delusional ravings. Dr. Phil made sure to bait her with grim, pointed questions like, "Do you have a recorder implanted in your body?" 

With Dr. Phil asking for any and all lurid details of her physical pains, Duvall said that she was bitten by a hornet on the vertebrae, and she doesn't sleep well, and that strangers were out to murder her. 

It reminded me of listening to a drunk in blackout mode. Nothing made sense but was spoken as if it was all real. "Get the Bermuda Triangle off me," Shelley said, "I don't want to have a hair chest. I'm not a Chia pet." Later she began to complain about her nipples, but fortunately Dr. Phil changed the subject.

You expected Dr. Phil to stop the pre-recorded interview segments to explain how this woman descended into madness, or how one treats paranoid delusional people. Nope. The times when he stopped the tape, he merely went into Psych 101 babble, by pointing to a projection screen and noting how Duvall repeated certain phrases. He circled a chart full of words to point out what we already saw, which is that Duvall could jump from topic to topic with no reason. But why, Dr. Phil? And what are YOU gonna do about it?  

I had to fast-forward through the 40 minutes of Duvall's nightmare responses, all delivered with bug-eyed zeal and conviction. It was bad enough seeing how this weirdly attractive woman had become a pudgy and worn out, without knowing her brain was no longer wired right. 

Ultimately, Duvall broke down in tears, declared she was sick, and agreed to get free treatment as long as Dr. Phil promised "not to murder" her. Another segment had invasive cameras recording her as, scared and confused, she was hustled into a limo and being driven in the dead of night to a sanitarium. 

The pay-off? Dr. Phil drawled that Shelley left the therapy center after three days, refusing medication and insisting on going home to Texas (where the rent is cheap and it's often hard to tell who ISN'T crazy). He said she was getting care, and her "boyfriend and family" were helping her (even though none had appeared on camera). 

Enter, Kubrick. How she knows the status of Duvall's bank account, I have no idea. Why she thinks throwing a check to unknown people is a good idea, I also don't know. She just took it upon herself to do the simplest, flashiest thing possible: go online and play the GOFUNDME game. Has anyone heard of this woman before she began bitching about boycotting Phil McGraw's show? 

At 67, Duvall is on Medicare. It's a safe bet Dr. Phil's show paid Duvall to make the appearance. The show most certainly paid for her sanitarium stay, and Dr. Phil pointedly said he would provide FREE therapy for her. 

So as this internet windfall climbs up from $20,000 to the goal of $100,000, who the fuck is going to administer it properly? Kubrick doesn't say. Yes, a typical GoFundMe campaign. I've seen people, even ones with good intentions, happily squander hundreds of thousands of dollars when they were put in charge of a charity project. 

But let's not think of that, let's think of how GOOD it feels to DONATE. Why, Bill Hoobastank might want to contribute 2001 PENNIES. He won't spend more than that, since he saves the big bucks to get his autographs and travel to graveyards. Other Kubrick fans might toss more into the pot. Fans who love to get the better of stars, can smile and think, "It's a good thing I've spent my life as a sewer worker, and got a pension. Now I can toss some money at one of those fools who dared to live a dream." And there are all the good souls who say "Have a blessed day" to you (if you're White) and who donate so that Jesus will notice and absolve them when they cheat on the spouse. 

Kubrick dangles that final piece of bait: that Duvall, who no longer looks or acts like herself, will somehow return to acting and ENTERTAIN US. That will be the reward for tossing an arbitrary $100,000 at a mental incompetent who might not see any of that money. Alcoholics and paranoids can indeed simply refuse treatment and unless they are violent, can't be compelled to enter an institution or take medication. 

Shine On You Crazy Duvall, some people want to make money off you. 

Friday, November 18, 2016

SGT. ILL-CO

If you care about a bald, annoying, fast-talking unfunny jerk who played an aging con-artist...you are pretty clueless. But you might be Mr. Clews. 



Different strokes. And one day he'll have one. And as he lies twitching on the floor, he'll wonder why he wasted so much of his life on a dead man who had NO IDEA he was being treated like Jesus Christ.  

Spending time creating fake memorabilia on one of America's most forgotten and obnoxious comedians? Just why there's a "museum" to Silvers in the UK is baffling enough, but to actually make statues to this idle idol??? What could be worse, being webmaster for Procol Hardup? 

As they say, this kind of "hobby" keeps people out of trouble. True, enough: "He's not hurting anyone." Unless he drops that ugly fucking statue on somebody's foot.