There are no cats in America and the streets are paved with cheese.
1) “The Velvet Mafia (gay Hollywood power players) passed this famous actor around earlier in his career. He became very famous, but when he had lapses in his career, he would always return to them.
Sometimes people wonder how it is possible that no photos or videos of him with other men exist. Oh, they exist! In fact, there are lots of them, and many of them are already in the hands of the tabloids. But this actor has a deal with the tabloids. He feeds them dirt on other celebrities. In exchange, they can write whatever they want about him, and he won’t sue… as long as they don’t publish the pics or the videos.
So, all of you Hollywood hotshots: the next time you’re wigging out because the tabloids are spilling the most personal and intimate details of your private life, you might want to take a look at the very famous actor sitting next to you… because there’s a good chance that he is the one who sold you out!” [Blind Gossip]
2) “Her drinking is now out of control. She gets drunk every time she drinks – which is several times a week – and cannot control herself. She thinks that getting drunk and obnoxious is what a girl her age is supposed to do, even though she has not been a teenager for a long time. After a night at the club, she will bring the party back to her house. She drinks straight from the bottle until she gets completely wasted. Then she likes to throw things: bottles, vases, picture frames. She thinks it’s funny to break things, and laughs while she does it. Her favorite thing to break? Anything that even vaguely reminds her of her ex-husband.” [Blind Gossip]
3) “Who am I? I’m considered a rap legend, yet I seem to have run out of ideas. That’s why even my ghost writers have proven to not be able save me.
As a rapper, I don’t appear to have much talent, and my producing abilities are no different than P Diddy’s – recycling beats, rather than creating new sounds. Despite all of that, I’ve fooled the masses – with countless fans continuing to bow down.
My new entertainment deal has landed me at the top of the earners list, and my two proteges are doing their jobs in keeping my name out and relevant. Though business is good, my rampant steroid use may be affecting my memory and focus.
My wife is quite possibly the world’s best beard, yet I’m known for sporting more make-up than she does. Inner feelings of me having a strange man-crush on my new artist is the word that’s beginning to spread. This after my last crush left me for a boxer.
My new album has become some bizarre urban myth, yet I’ve had beef with so many rappers that it ain’t even funny. That’s why my fear of one mogul led to my becoming a recluse, cause he was still extorting me long after I left that game. So, I recently called his PO to rat on his ass and hoped to get a protective order. [DiaryofaHollywoodStreetKing]
