Oh Bai Ling. I feel you, girl. We ALL make that face when we have to enter a Port-A-Potty. It's why I hold it to the last possible moment. I'd rather an internal organ burst in a piss explosion than go in one of those. And I'm a guy. What do you ladies do? Hover your ass over it? Humans shouldn't endure such degradation.
Bai's crazy extraterrestrial ass gifted the world with her holiday hotness at a Christmas tree lot in Hollywood. Spectators were treated to a virtual panorama of sexy Yultetide poses. Every kick of her glitter-encrusted stripper heels brought humanity new shades of emotion for Christmas. Bitch brought you every color from the insanity crayon box:
"Is There Ghost In My Shithouse?"
"I Made Stinky, Yay!"
"I Wonder What I Should Get The Vaccum Cleaner For Christmas?"
"You Will Not Steal The Soul Of My Phone!"
I love this bitch. According to Flame Flynet, her latest movie is one of those direct-to-DVD messes that are bunk-ass replicas of big-budget flicks. Her latest one was called Age Of The Hobbits until the studio (the Kodak desk at Walgreens) got sued. Now it's called Clash Of The Empires. I hope to Christ that she plays Galadriel. Cate Blanchett hasn't got shit on this elvish space queen.
Warning: Pressing play on Bai Ling's new song called "Rehab" will probably alert our future alien overlords to your whereabouts and when they land on the planet to make us their sex slaves you'll be the first one who gets shackled and probed.
Second warning: Pressing play on Bai Ling's new song called "Rehab" will scramble your ear drums and brainwash you into worshiping at the altar of her (NSFW) Hershey kiss cookie nipples.
You know, I'm just going to throw it out there and say that Bai Ling is covering Amy Winehouse and it sounds nothing like the original, because she's warped it in the sun, rung it through the fuckery ringer and played it backwards. This is seriously WHAT THE FUCK'S theme song. If there was a satanic ritual at a rave involving choked chickens and slaughtered goats, this is probably what it would sound like. That probably explains why a pentagram drawn in donkey's blood suddenly appeared on my living room wall as soon as I finished listening to this mess.
That thing, that thing, that thiiii-eeee-iiiiing Lauryn Hill keeps doing is called getting knocked the hell up. Lauryn Hill's uterus just checked in a sixth visitor and she announced it at her show in Detroit on Saturday. While most of Lauryn's fans want her to birth out a new album, she said that she's sliding away from music for a while so that she can devote all her time to training her own version of the Jackson 5 called the Marley 6.
"I’m going to be taking time off to give birth. I keep having these children. I don't know if I'm the most fertile woman in America."
Lauryn and her dude Rohan Marley have a 13-year-old son (Zion), a 12-year-old daughter (Selah), a 9-year-old son (Joshua(, a 7-year-old son (John) and a 2-year-old daughter (Sarah). Lauryn isn't hollerin' in a recording studio, because she's too busy hollerin' on a baby making bed. I'm not mad at Lauryn, but I wish I could say the same thing about her uterus. If you put your ear up to Lauryn's body, you'd probably hear her uterus singing out, "She's killing me softly with his cum...."
The intergalactic space fly that flew out of a crater cocoon on the moon and took over a young Chinese woman's body by burrowing into her brain will bring her screeching alien act to the new season of Celebrity (?) Rehab (?). I was always told that Bai Ling is just naturally fucked up, but I guess some kind of wrong stuff is pulling at her strings. Bai could be addicted to snorting fireflies or chanting original haikus until she blacks out for all I know. The only thing that matters is that she's going to be on basic cable!
Dr. Drew better get a copy of Bailinganese Rosetta Stone and brush up on her language, because Bai can make you say "HUH?" in three words or less.
VH1 hasn't officially officially announced the cast, but TMZ got a hold of the list and they say Bai is on it. They also say that the DC Heid & Spencer, Tareq and Michaele Salahi from The Real Housewives of DC, are in the cast along with Dwight Gooden, Hobie from Baywatch and Michael Lohan.
Yes, Michael "I am so sober that I can give advice on how to be sober to people who want to be sober" Lohan is going into Dr. Drew's look at me clinic for fame whores. We already know that Michael is a wontshutthefuckup-holic and the only cure for that is for him to finally shut the fuck up. Can't Dr. Drew spare us by giving Michael a check if he promises to stick his turtle head back into his mesh shirt and shut up for good? I really hope Bai Ling uses her razor sharp nipples to cut Michael's stupid cell phone holder off of his waistband.
File this under: This is why you don't sleep nekkid with animals who can bite your parts off in the middle of the night (insert a million simultaneous side-eyes here).
About a year ago, one of Bai Ling's ex-boyfriends gave her a $30,000 cheetah-cat as a gift. Bai named the chee-pussy Quiji (pronounced chee-jee). According to crazy ass Bai, Quiji's dad is a cheetah and her mother is a regular ole' domestic cat. Yup, Quiji's mother was a hardcore slut, because she was getting from a damn cheetah.
Anyway, Bai tells PeoplePets that Quiji is her soulmate, because she believes she was a wild pussy in her past life, "In my previous life, I was a cheetah or leopard or some sort of really wild and dangerous animal in nature. But the thing is, Quiji is really the most affectionate, even compared to human beings."
But Quiji is a little too affectionate, because she tried to eat one of Bai's nipples during a make-out session in bed. Bai explained, "I sleep naked ... She was kissing me, and suddenly, she woke up. She saw my nipple, and oh my God, she went for it. If I wasn't fast, my nipple is gone. She thought it was a toy or something."
First of all, we really don't need to know about Bai playing with her pussay in bed. Second of all, THIS CRAZY should not be closing her eyes around a wild animal. This is how bitches lose fingers, faces and more! Bai has some serious nipples, so Quiji probably thought it was a jumbo Tendervittle. Bai could at least sleep with thimbles on her nipples and clitty. Bai does not want to have a "MY PUSSY BITE ME IN MY BAGINA" moment.
Let's press the green button on the "Totally Random Couple" generator and see who comes out! Well, what do you know? We have Bai Ling and Lionel Richie! Pop Tarts says that 42-year-old (in alien years) Bai and 60-year-old Lionel had themselves a romantic date at the Viceroy in Santa Monica last Thursday.
A witness-type said that Bai and Lionel "laughed and flirted" with each other the entire night. Yeah, Lionel probably did most of the laughing when Bai told him that she almost cracked her neck bone trying to literally "dance on the ceiling" after listening to his song. You know she tried.
I know you're thinking, "What in the tootsie roll nipple Hell could these two possibly have in common?" But you don't need to have anything in common when it comes to love. I mean, Bai could fall in love with a plastic spork if she spiritually connected with it. And Lionel probably took one peep at her blog and knew he needed more of this in his life. Here's just a taste of Bai's brilliance:
I love the hot sunlight touches my skin.......feels sexy and delightful, like the butterflies wings landed danced then fly away with their gentle kiss, the touch...... Beautiful light wind and of cause the hot burning sad once again burning my body and my desire.......
Speechless but happiness in my heart..........
We all want to take her out for a date now....
Hatchetface Rourke is on the top of the world! He has a Golden Globe award, he's going to be in that Iron Man 2 shit, he will most likely get an Oscar nomination and now he has the love of lunatic with a gold-plated heart named Bai Ling! And by "love" I mean she probably just gave him a hand job and maybe an ass lip tickle. Page Six says that at the Chateau Marmont in L.A. the other night, the two "made out and partied pretty hard."
Bai Ling is definitely the loon for Mickey. I mean, she's the only one who can probably stomach waking up to his fish jerky face. I'm sure she's woken up to worse. Remember that fake Bigfoot? Yeah, I think she hit that.
I also would love this union because I need to see Bai walk the red carpet at the Oscars. Everyone was so damn normal at the Golden Globes and the wrecks in chiffon must return! The mess of all messes Sally Kirkland has been M.I.A. on red carpets for a while, so Bai Ling needs to take her place.
By the way, don't tell Bai she was really making out with Mickey. I think she thought she was still making out with the fake Bigfoot. She is really starting to have feelings for him and it will break her little heart if she finds out the truth.
Kim Zolciak from The Really Not Housewives of Atlanta fell off the damn tightrope and somehow found herself at NBC's Golden Globes after-party. Some bitch should have alerted Peta that Kim was going to be there, because she's just asking to get flour bombed for that tortured creature on her head. Bitch's head is like a pet cemetery. There's at least one dead dog in there and possibly a K-A-T or a couple of hamsters. It's a mystery.
Now on to her face. My 6-year-old cousin could have done a better make-up job using her old ass Crayons and chalk. I think Kim had her make-up done while she was walking the tightrope. And not only is Kim wearing a dead animal party on her head, but she plucked a beaver's asshole hairs and glued that shit onto her eyes.
I shouldn't hate. I'm sure NBC personally invited Kim to serenade the guests with her gorgeous angelic voice. Actually, they probably asked her to sing in the bathroom to help out those who might be constipated. Just listening to a few seconds of Kim's singing will give you the runs.
Also at the after-party was Colin Farrell, a strangely covered-up Bai Ling and a raggedy ass Kevin Bacon with his wife.
Bai Ling actually knows there's a presidential race going on and this surprises me. I'm under the impression that she has no idea what the hell is going on outside her own thoughts. She's living in her own world where giant chess pieces were made for posing (below) and shit like that.
At the opening of "Third Eye Blonde" in Malibu last week, Bai gave her thoughts on who should be president. She said she really wasn't familiar with the candidates, but the president needs to have "bigger heart and kindler soul and quietly have the only pure intentions." This is why I adore Bai more than a wet bj. She talks like a a video game anime character. She's right. The president must have kindler soul.
She went on to say that she should run for president. If she was president, she would "demolish all the countries." Bai thinks countries creates war and boundaries. If we didn't have countries, we wouldn't have boundaries. I'm still voting for the Phoebe Price/Shauna Sand ticket, but Bai presents a convincing argument. Who needs countries anyway? And in her countryless world, Bai would most definitely be Secretary of Batshit Craziness.
No, Bai Ling's boyfriend is not giving her a little knuckle lovin' right there on the beach. Bai Ling is making death face! We almost lost our beloved Bai Ling when a wave knocked her out. Okay, she didn't almost die. She just got a little water in the brains. A little water in there will do Bai some good.
Bai was at the beach kayaking with Pink. No, "kayaking" is not code word for some kind of lesbionic act. The two were really kayaking. Bai Ling and Pink as friends is strange. What do they talk about? Naw, they don't talk. They eat and kayak. And yes that's code for something lesbionic.