A Bulgarian man says he plans to get a cosmetic overhaul–complete with a SEX CHANGE operation to become his pop idol, Lady Gaga!
Penio Daskalov, 24, a singer and reality TV star, already has such convincing feminine looks that he was able to dupe his Big Brother (Bulgaria) housemates into thinking he was a woman.
Victory for the gays! Yet another Hollywood star has come out of the closet. Can you guess which ’90s Power Ranger lust fantasy of your 5th grade dreams now prefers to wear the color pink?
Transbeauty Pete Burns has put down his fags (THAT MEANS CIGARETTES) long enough to make a long-awaited return to the recording studio. The former frontman of Dead or Alive has released the cover art for his first solo single, Never Marry An Icon, where he’s seen posing in a wedding gown-like thing (or he got tangled in some really beautiful curtains) whilst holding a bouquet of flowers that has snakes crawling inside (a gift from the Tim Burton prop closet, I assume).
A message on his Web site reveals:
“Pete’s first solo single, ‘Never Marry An Icon”, will be released in the coming weeks and available for download via iTunes and other digital music sites. The track is the first release in Pete and Steve’s own fledgling digital label, BRISTAR Records.
A promotional video is also being made for the single; it will also be made available as a download.”
And in other Pete Burns news, it’s recently come out that our favorite Cher doppelganger used to be a total bitch *(BIG SURPRISE)* back when he used to man the counter at Probe Records in Liverpool, England before hitting it big with You Spin Me Round (Like A Record) in 1984. He had a notorious reputation for refusing to sell people records he didn’t like.
Contact Music reports:
Music agent Mitch Poole, who shopped in the store as a youngster, tells the Liverpool Echo, “I used to hate getting served by Pete Burns, who terrified the life out of me in those black contact lenses. He would ask ‘What do you want to buy that for? It’s c**p’! I once remember him refusing to sell to my mate How Soon Is Now? by The Smiths, because he hated it so much.”
Ungrateful, much? Just yesterday I stopped someone from seeing Jennifer Aniston’s The Switch, and now I’m the godfather to a child who I’ve never met.
Well, nobody laughed when Lance Bass wrote “Out of Sync,” so don’t hassle Ricky for this one. I think “He Bangs” was the alternate title. Here’s what the newly out and proud daddy has to say:
“From the moment I wrote the first phrase, I was sure the book was the tool that was going to help me free myself from things I was carrying within me for a long time. Things that were too heavy for me to keep inside. Writing this account of my life, I got very close to my truth. And this is something worth celebrating.”
Sounds like a snoozer to me. It’s bound to focus on his spiritual journey to India, the food he ate in Italy and the sex with Javier Bardem. Oops, wrong memoir. It sounds as if it’ll mostly focus on some fatherhood stories and photos of his twins. But if he was truly looking for “the tool that was going to help me free myself from things I was carrying within me,” he should have reached for the nearest box of Summer’s Eve and called it a day. That’s what I’m doing tonight.
Is anybody looking forward to this?
Livin’ La Vida Loca? Bish, please.
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Lance Bass was given the boot at a Bridgehampton Polo Club party in the Hamptons on Saturday after a security guard threw a drink at him, then had him marched out by the cops.
NY Post reports:
Sources close to Bridgehampton Polo said Bass was in the VIP tent and was being asked to leave an hour after last call. Insiders concede a drink was spilled on Bass, but insisted it happened only after guards tried to “guide” him out gently.
That’s when he took to Twitter and had a bitch fest:
“Wow! Some woman security guard took my drink and threw my drink on me and said “Get the f**k out”. I’m so confused why that just happened!
“She got 4 cops to escort me out! Crazy! I had 2 drinks! So I’m not out of line. How does that even happen!”
I’ll just say it: EPIC. A round of applause to the security goddess who 1) threw a drink on a celebrity 2) told him to “Get the f*ck out” in those EXACT words and 3) called the police to swiftly move things along.
I am a fan of this woman.
She has brought to life my fantasy “GTFO power trip moment.” Haven’t we all wanted to do something like that to somebody? Though in my head it would be an entirely different scenario. I imagine I’d be someone important, like god or something. And an ex-bf (any one from my college years will do) will come to heaven and I’d throw my chalice of pinot grigio in his face, then say “Get the f*ck out” as I watch angels do my bidding by promptly throwing him off a cloud to plunge below to the belly of hell called Lakeland, Florida.
But if that plan doesn’t work out, my 2nd favorite GTFO fantasy would look like this…
Rapper Cazwell’s (above) new sexy music video for catchy summer tune Ice Cream Truck is quite the treat. It sees the out rapper alongside a slew of hot dancers, bare bums and THIS:
I don’t know about you, but I know my popsicle’s starting to melt.
As a bonus, our boo, celebrity choreographer John Byrne (above), turns the heat up as well.
But let me warn you now–the video is loaded with lots of suggestive uses for various ice cream truck treats. So watching it might give you the urge to do something like put your Push Up pop inside a Choco Taco. Just make sure there aren’t any messy Dippin Dots in the wrong places or you might end up with an embarrassing Fudgsicle when it’s all over. And no phone call the next day.
Or if you planned on keeping things “party of one,” just reach under your bed and pull out the ‘ol patriotic Rocket Pop–it’s pretty much as big and hard as any…well…I’ll just stop now before things get vulgar.
Check out the video, caps and gifs after the NSFW jump!
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Queen Latifah and her BFF/personal trainer Princess Pampered Jeanette Jenkins on vacay with newly weds Alicia Keys and Swizz Beatz in Saint Jean Cap Ferrat, France on Wednesday. Geez, if these two old maids don’t stop hanging out with each other, they’ll never find a lucky bloke to settle down with.
This must not gone unsaid: Jeanette’s bod is WOWZA. I know if I was her lovah, I’d throw it in everyone’s face. And I just might wear a bib like this–whilst standing next to her–to get my point across:
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