Blac Chyna and Rob Kardashian, a couple undeserving of all the headlines they have received, continue to, well, do things that demand headlines (This is Dirt Bag, after all). Last night, Blac Chyna was removed from a plane in Austin, Texas for public intoxication. The Travis County’s Sheriff later charged her with…
Late Thursday night—more than 24 hours after Amber Rose coined the hashtag #FingersInTheBootyAssBitch—Kanye West grabbed his phone, opened the Twitter app, and sent out a pair of tweets in which he vehemently denied any and all disinterest in having his ass played with during sex.
Dear Rob Kardashian and Blac Chyna,
Oh, my god! So much happened today between Kanye West and Amber Rose that it’s like “Who fucking cares about Rob Kardashian and Blac Chyna right now?!?! I just want to go back to debating the merits of ass play on Twitter like a normal person!” Unfortunately, the Dirt Bag must go on.
After infuriating the Kardashian-Jenners with his Tuesday Instagram of Blac Chyna *clover emoji* his new girlfriend *clover emoji*, Rob Kardashian has taken his effort to bring draaaamaaaaa to their lives to an entirely new level by packing a bag and moving into her home.
Not only is Rob Kardashian probably sleeping with Blac Chyna, he’s also rubbing it in the faces of his many family members
Blac Chyna—model, best friend of Amber Rose, and mother of Tyga’s son—Instagrammed a photo of herself today wrapped in a tattooed arm that suspiciously looks a whole lot like the arm of Rob Kardashian. Who knew that one little pic could be such a major “fuck you” to E!’s first family?
For a brief day and a half the world thought it had rid itself of the romance between a grown man who pronounces his name like a baby and a teen with a mansion. We were not so lucky.
Have you been wondering where exactly the maybe-relationship between Blac Chyna and Future stands? Probably not, but the answer to our non-question has been answered with Future’s new video for “Rich Sex.”
It’s rare that I get to sincerely compliment a Kardashian, so let’s savor this moment: It’s pretty refreshing how much Kim Kardashian openly hates being pregnant. As she recently put it on her website, “I’m feeling like a fucking whale.”
Blac Chyna has had an eventful year or so. Tyga, the idiot father of her child, left her to be with another another child—Kylie Jenner. That poor decision spurred a back and forth social media war in which we saw no winners.
This summer it was announced that Amber Rose and Blac Chyna would be “baring it all” for a reality series that would “focus on [the two women] taking care of their kids while juggling work, including club appearances.” But last week—not long after the Slut Walk during which Rose publicly forgave Kanye for his “30…
Damon Wayans can’t believe everybody’s so bent out of shape about him calling some of Bill Cosby’s alleged victims “unrapeable” and their allegations “a money hustle.” Wayans took to Twitter to huffily defend himself, pointing out that he did say that he felt sorry for anyone who was actually raped or whatever.
Blac Chyna and Amber Rose walk the red carpet at the 2015 MTV Video Music Awards this evening. The pair are rumored to be starring in an upcoming reality show together, and Amber Rose’s Slutwalk is slated to take place in LA on October 3rd.
The next time you rent yourself a foam machine for your next casual backyard barbecue and think, “This is going to be the best backyard foam party EVER”—well, think again, because your sensitive boyfriend Drake just took home the title of epic foam party host.
When you hear the name Colin Farrell, and you’re like, Hmm, wow—seems like that guy hasn’t dated anyone in about four years? That’s because it’s on purpose, okay?
Judge Brown here, and boy am I ready to hammer out some judgment and seek justice in the name of glorious shade. In this week’s Shade Court, we have two people continuing to waste their time on a grown man who spells his name like a cartoon character, Erin Andrews calling out her boyfriend and Calvin Harris starting a…
Hello and welcome to Shade Court. I must make an admission, dear readers: Shade Court was difficult this week. Not because of me—I’m brilliant—but because there were far fewer misuses of shade than usual.
Jugs. Sometimes you're born with 'em; sometimes you acquire a pair through the skillful hands of a cosmetic surgeon.
