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Why ‘Hot Ones’ Gave Kamala Harris the Cold Shoulder—and a Hot Sauce Burn

Picture this: Kamala Harris, the reigning VP, sitting across from Sean Evans, dabbing hot sauce on a chicken wing while casually dismantling foreign policy questions. A match made in PR heaven, right? Wrong. The fiery throne of Hot Ones turned her away, and let’s just say, the 2024 election aftermath got spicy.

In an exclusive tell-all (read: podcast therapy session) on Pod Save America, Harris’s dream team—Stephanie Cutter, David Plouffe, campaign chair Jen O’Malley Dillon, and deputy campaign manager Quentin Fulks—spilled the tea hotter than a Carolina Reaper wing.

Kamala on Podcasts? A Missed Opportunity
Apparently, the Harris-Walz campaign had big podcast energy on their bingo card. After all, Donald Trump and Elon Musk were busy bonding with Joe Rogan over kettlebells and conspiracy theories. So, why not Kamala? “Never in history has there been a candidate better suited for ‘Hot Ones,’” the Pod Save America hosts pointed out, and honestly, we agree. She’s got that charisma that could pair perfectly with some Scoville heat.

But alas, Stephanie Cutter dropped the bomb: Hot Ones just wasn’t that into them. “They didn’t want to delve into politics,” she explained. Turns out, wing-eating contests are apolitical territory—who knew? Not only did they snub Harris, but they also turned down Donald Trump. Imagine that panel: Sean Evans sweating over questions like, “Mr. Trump, what’s your nuclear wing strategy?”

Joe Rogan: The One That Got Away
Okay, fine, no wings. But how about bro-ing out with Joe Rogan in Austin? Harris’s team tried. They tried! David Plouffe made it crystal clear: “We offered to do it in Austin. People should know that.” Translation: We packed our travel-sized Tabasco and were ready to roll.

However, the Rogan camp said, “Nah.” Something about logistics, schedules, and maybe the fear of a debate breaking out over Texas barbecue sauces. Rogan later claimed it was Harris’s team that refused to show up. Classic he-said-she-said, but with fewer wings and more passive-aggressive shade.

Missed Sauces, Missed Votes
A tale of lost podcast glory, missed hot wings, and a political campaign that could’ve sizzled but instead went mild. As Kamala Harris reflects on her 2024 loss, one can’t help but wonder: Would a dab of The Last Dab have changed the course of history? We may never know, but one thing’s for sure—politics has never been so saucy.

Kristin Cavallari Spills Tea, Throws Scott Disick’s Alleged DM Into the Spotlight, and Unleashes a Reality TV Soap Opera for the Ages

Kristin Cavallari is serving hot tea with a side of shade, and Scott Disick is the main course. The Laguna Beach alum went full reality TV mode as she dished on an alleged DM she claims Scott slid into her Instagram inbox. And yes, she brought receipts—alleged ones, anyway.

In the latest episode of the “Let’s Be Honest” podcast, Kristin wasted no time calling out the self-proclaimed “Lord Disick” (insert air quotes and eyeroll here).

Kristin’s Intro: A ‘Kardouchian’ Roast
Kristin kicked things off by reminding everyone she’s been roasting the Kardashian clan on her podcast like a contestant at a Comedy Central roast. “If you’ve been listening the past month, you know I’ve been ripping on the f***ing Kardouchians—no filter, no mercy. And what do you know? Out of nowhere, Scott Disick slides into my DMs like it’s 2010 and I’m a nightclub.”

The Alleged DM: Scott’s Reality TV Monologue
Kristin didn’t just paraphrase—oh no, she read the alleged message verbatim, with dramatic flair:

“Hey!!! It’s been such a long time, it’s crazy. Kind of crazy how our lives ended up being kind of similar…”

The DM went on like a Lifetime movie script, filled with lines about co-parenting struggles, personal growth, and missing her. (Spoiler: Kristin was not buying it.)

Her reaction? She practically rolled her eyes so hard they could’ve popped out of her head. “Scott, you ‘miss’ me after 17 years? Really? Now that I’m out here airing the Kardashians’ dirty laundry, this is when you wanna play catch-up? Nice try, buddy.”

A Walk Down Memory Lane
Kristin shared that she’s known Scott since they were teenagers, back when they were both Los Angeles party fixtures. “We used to hang out, sure. But nothing ever happened. Not a kiss, not a flirty glance. Nada.”

But things took a wild turn when Scott started dating Kourtney Kardashian. “I loved Kourtney. We had so much fun together—girl-crush vibes, totally.” Then came the drama bomb: after a night out with Scott (and no Kourtney), rumors spread like wildfire that they had hooked up.

The Plot Twist: Scott’s Alleged Scheme
Kristin claims the hookup rumor was all Scott’s doing—a calculated move to win back Kourtney. “Classic Scott,” she quipped. “I’m out here living my best life, and he’s like, ‘You know what would really help my relationship drama? Making it worse.’”

When Kristin confronted Kourtney about the rumor, things didn’t go well. “She hit me with, ‘I wouldn’t put myself in that situation.’ And I was like, ‘Girl, I wasn’t even in the situation!’ But she wasn’t having it. That’s how our friendship ended.”

Final Thoughts: Kristin Has Zero Fs Left to Give
Kristin wrapped things up by calling the alleged DM “textbook manipulative” and saying she’s done playing nice. “They’ve f***ed with me for years. I’m over it. And if they think Scott sliding into my DMs is gonna stop me, they clearly don’t know me.”

Cue dramatic podcast outro music and a mic drop. Reality TV has officially entered its podcast era, and Kristin is leading the charge. Meanwhile, Scott might want to rethink his DM strategy—or at least invest in a subtler playbook.

Why Patrick J. Adams Really Left Suits (And No, It Wasn’t Just to Avoid Another Power Suit)

Let’s rewind to 2018: Patrick J. Adams and his Suits co-star Meghan Markle pulled a classic “Irish exit” from the hit TV show. Fans assumed their on-screen love story was simply moving to greener pastures—Meghan to become actual royalty (no biggie), and Patrick to embrace the domestic bliss of soon-to-be parenthood with his wife, Troian Bellisario.

But hold onto your briefcases, because Patrick recently spilled the tea (and thank goodness, not his drink this time) on Jesse Tyler Ferguson’s podcast Dinner’s on Me. Spoiler: his exit wasn’t about Prince Harry stealing his TV wife or escaping another mock trial with Louis Litt. Nope, Patrick left to work on something far trickier than a Harvey Specter monologue—his mental health.

When Suits Turns Into Drinks
Patrick got candid about his mindset at the end of Season 7: “I wasn’t taking care of my mental health and, well, I was hitting the bottle like it owed me money.” Turns out, under all those expertly tailored suits was a guy feeling pretty lousy and kinda lost.

“I was living what I like to call an ‘unexamined life,’” Patrick shared. Translation: he was basically a philosophy professor’s worst nightmare, numbing his feelings with booze and retail therapy instead of self-reflection and, you know, actual therapy.

Patrick went on to admit that his drink-now-think-later routine wasn’t just impacting him but also his family. “It was taking a toll on my relationship and turning me into the ‘Dad Who Isn’t Really Here.’” After realizing he didn’t want to star in that depressing family sitcom, he made the bold choice to quit drinking altogether.

A Plot Twist Worth Cheering For
Quitting alcohol turned out to be Patrick’s mic-drop moment. “The best thing I ever did for myself was stop drinking,” he said. And while the man may have left the courtroom drama behind, his decision to prioritize his mental health and family was a finale worth celebrating.

From TV Romance to Real-Life Goals
As a bonus, Patrick’s real-life love story with Troian Bellisario is just as swoon-worthy as anything Suits ever scripted. The pair met back in 2009 while starring in a play—proof that love blooms in the most dramatic places—and tied the knot in 2016.

So, while we might miss Mike Ross’s witty comebacks, it’s clear Patrick is killing it in the role of dad, husband, and all-around healthier human. And honestly? That’s a win worth more than all the billable hours in the world.

Khalid Claps Back at Ex’s Allegations, Drama Level: High School Cafeteria

Khalid, the 26-year-old “Young Dumb & Broke” singer, found himself at the center of a real-life soap opera after his ex-boyfriend Hugo Almonte dropped some muy caliente accusations, outing the singer and stirring up a pot that nobody asked for. The drama unfolded faster than a Bravo reunion special, and Khalid is not here for it.

Hugo’s Accusation Chronicles (Deleted Like Your Old Tweets)
Hugo, apparently auditioning for the role of “Petty Ex of the Year,” claimed Khalid once accused him of breaking into his house. (No word on if he used Mission Impossible moves to do it.) According to Rolling Stone, Hugo insisted his intention wasn’t to out Khalid but to expose how the singer allegedly tried to silence him after their breakup.

Khalid, however, logged onto social media faster than you can say “receipts” and posted a lengthy video. Think “diary entry meets courtroom testimony,” but with more TikTok energy.

Khalid’s PSA: “Let Me Clear My Name, Y’all”
In his video, Khalid calmly but firmly refuted the allegations, starting with, “I’ve never accused anybody publicly of breaking into my house. The only people who even knew about a break-in were my close circle.” (Translation: “I don’t even post my breakfast, so why would I broadcast this mess?”)

Next on his list? The “pink cocaine” rumor. “I’ve never done cocaine a day in my life,” Khalid said, sounding both offended and confused. “I smoke weed and drink a little bit, but cocaine? Not my vibe.”

(For the record, Khalid denied hiring anyone to date him too, in case y’all were taking notes for a bingo card of messy accusations.)

Hugo, 2019 Called—They Want Their Drama Back
Khalid also brought receipts of his own. “This was FOUR years ago,” he said, emphasizing the time gap like a professor explaining why late homework isn’t accepted. “Where is this even coming from? I haven’t seen this man in years!”

He admitted the allegations were triggering but flipped the script, claiming the abuse was actually the other way around. Cue the gasps. “That’s what hurts the most,” Khalid said, looking genuinely pained.

“I’m Bothered, Okay? VERY Bothered.”
Khalid didn’t mince words about how all this drama has affected him. “I don’t like this. I don’t do drama,” he said, clearly ready to cancel his subscription to the Chaos Network. “I’m not gonna pretend I’m unbothered. I am bothered. Very.”

(If this were a courtroom, his closing statement would’ve been, “Can we move on?!”)

Leave Khalid Out of the Group Chat
While Khalid wants the situation to be over, the Internet is undoubtedly still dissecting every syllable. Between Hugo’s deleted posts and Khalid’s heartfelt video, this saga is a lot. Hopefully, the singer gets back to doing what he does best: dropping hits, not dealing with drama.

Catch Khalid’s full video below. Or don’t. Either way, let’s all agree to stop breaking into metaphoric houses and airing dirty laundry online.

Taylor Swift’s $15 Tickets: The Bargain of a Lifetime (If You Like Staring at Concrete Walls)

Taylor Swift just made Eras Tour history—or at least a hilarious plot twist in concert ticket lore—by dropping some ultra-budget tickets for her last three shows. These seats are priced at an astonishingly low $15 CAD (which is about $10.67 USD or one very sad latte in New York City). But before you start hyperventilating, there’s a catch… and oh boy, it’s a doozy.

The “No View, No Problem!” Experience
These cheap seats, affectionately dubbed the “guess-what’s-happening-back-there” section, are located directly behind the stage. That’s right—your $15 doesn’t buy you a view of Taylor. Nope, instead, you get a stunning panorama of… the back of the stage. Maybe some cables. Possibly a roadie. Definitely vibes.

The good news? You’ll hear Taylor’s angelic voice live, and you’ll feel the crowd’s energy as if you were part of a secret “Eras” audio club. The bad news? Well, you won’t actually see her. But hey, who needs visuals when you’ve got your imagination? It’s practically a concert for your mind’s eye.

Scalpers, Assemble!
Of course, no Taylor Swift ticket story is complete without the ticket gremlins showing up. Scalpers wasted zero time snatching these bargain-basement seats and flipping them on resale sites for ridiculous prices. Because nothing says “capitalism” like trying to sell a literal blind spot for the cost of Beyoncé tickets.

Speaking of Queen Bey, remember when she charged $157 for “listening-only” seats at her Renaissance Tour? Yeah, Taylor’s $15 deal looks like a clearance sale in comparison. But at least Beyoncé’s fans didn’t have to Google “how to enjoy a concert blindfolded.”

Fan Reactions: Hope, Despair, and StubHub Shenanigans
One unlucky fan tweeted their trauma: “I was in the queue, got booted out, and now StubHub’s full of $15 tickets selling for $$$. The resale market is wilder than Swifties in a merch line!” Seriously, it’s like Black Friday for concert tickets, except instead of a flatscreen, you’re fighting over a seat with a solid view of stage scaffolding.

Where to Miss Seeing Taylor
These final, no-view-required shows are happening December 6, 7, and 8 at Vancouver’s BC Place Stadium. And hey, if you don’t score a ticket, don’t worry—you can always just play 1989 (Taylor’s Version) at home, close your eyes, and pretend you’re there. It’s basically the same thing.

So, if you’ve ever wanted to attend a Taylor Swift show without the pesky distraction of actually seeing Taylor, this is your moment. Grab your $15 CAD (and maybe a pair of binoculars for good luck) and head to Ticketmaster! Or, you know, just wait for the inevitable Eras Tour movie sequel.

Taylor Swift’s $15 Tickets: The Bargain of a Lifetime (If You Like Staring at Concrete Walls)

Daniel Craig Tips His Hat to Chappell Roan for Clapping Back at Toxic Fans

Daniel Craig, our forever Bond (but also so much more, okay?), is out here hyping up Chappell Roan for her A+ approach to handling fame. Spoiler: She’s setting boundaries with clingy fans, and Daniel is basically like, “You go, girl.”

The 26-year-old pop dynamo behind “Pink Pony Club” has been keeping it real lately, letting the world know she’s not about to let her mental health and safety take a backseat to overzealous fans. We’re talking about fans who think “boundaries” is just a fun board game and not, you know, a life necessity.

In a fresh chat with The New York Times, Daniel—who’s 56 and apparently has no time for fame’s nonsense—gave Chappell a standing ovation (figuratively, but we’re manifesting it).

“I admire the guts to say those things,” Daniel spilled, probably while sipping a martini—shaken, not stirred, obviously. “Celebrity kills you. Like, not literally, but kind of? It’s this terrible beast that throws glitter and chaos at you, and you have to fight it off like a dragon. But not a cute dragon. A scary, fame-thirsty dragon.”

Daniel, being the deep and introspective king he is, went on to question the whole brand vs. human dilemma that fame loves to dangle in front of celebs. “Am I a brand? Like Coca-Cola but with less fizz and more brooding? I don’t know,” he mused. “People tell you to do social media to stay relevant, but I can’t. I’m still out here regretting emails from 2008. You want me to tweet my thoughts? Hard pass.”

Basically, Chappell Roan just got the Daniel Craig seal of approval for handling fame like a boss. And honestly, if James Bond says you’re doing something right, you’re winning at life.

Daniel Craig Tips His Hat to Chappell Roan for Clapping Back at Toxic Fans

Marilyn Manson Tosses His Lawsuit Against Evan Rachel Wood into the “Never Mind” Pile

The courtroom drama featuring Marilyn Manson and Evan Rachel Wood just wrapped up, and let’s just say it ended with Manson quietly tiptoeing out the back door while writing a big ol’ check to Evan’s attorneys. Yep, the shock rocker—who’s apparently been moonlighting as a litigious drama queen—has officially dropped his defamation lawsuit against his ex, nearly three years after dragging her name through the legal mud.

Let’s rewind: Back in March 2022, Manson (whose off-stage name is Brian Warner—less rock ‘n’ roll, more middle manager at a tech firm) sued Evan Rachel Wood, claiming she painted him as a “rapist and abuser” in public. He also threw in a curveball accusation about her allegedly impersonating an FBI agent. Because why stop at one bold claim when you can make it a double feature?

Fast-forward to today, and this saga has fizzled out with Manson agreeing to pay Evan’s legal fees—totaling a spicy $327,000. For reference, that’s roughly the cost of a modest house or, in Hollywood terms, the catering budget for a Netflix pilot.

The Attorneys Chime In (With Zingers)
Evan’s lawyer, Michael J. Kump, didn’t hold back, calling the whole lawsuit a “publicity stunt” designed to discredit Evan and give Manson’s career a CPR session. “Spoiler alert: It didn’t work,” Kump quipped (probably). He went on to say that the case was “meritless,” which is lawyer-speak for “total baloney.”

Meanwhile, Manson’s attorney, Howard King, tried to spin this as a win, claiming his client is “pleased to close the door on this chapter.” Sure, buddy—nothing screams “victory lap” like coughing up six figures and walking away empty-handed.

How Did We Get Here?
The roots of this mess stretch back to February 2021, when Evan Rachel Wood publicly accused Manson of sexual assault and abuse, inspiring other women to come forward with similar allegations. Manson, in response, decided to sue for defamation, apparently thinking this would somehow clear his name. Spoiler alert: it did not.

Evan’s legal team hit back hard, filing motions under the anti-SLAPP statute—a fancy legal maneuver that protects people from lawsuits trying to silence free speech. The court sided with Evan last year, ordering Manson to pay her legal fees. His team tried to settle the whole thing on the sly, offering a smaller payout and a confidentiality agreement, but Evan’s side shut that down faster than a TikTok trend.

And Now, The Curtain Falls
With Manson officially dropping the case and ponying up the cash, this legal circus is finally over. For Manson, it’s probably time to figure out what’s next—maybe a career in crafting overly dramatic Yelp reviews? And for Evan Rachel Wood, it’s a step closer to closure after a very public and very messy ordeal.

Moral of the story? Sometimes, even rockstars have to learn the hard way that you can’t sue your way out of bad behavior—or your legal bills.

Marilyn Manson Tosses His Lawsuit Against Evan Rachel Wood into the “Never Mind” Pile

“Dexter: Original Sin” Trailer: A Baby-Faced Killer Rises with Michael C. Hall’s Sarcastic Ghost Voice!

The trailer for Dexter: Original Sin has dropped, and it’s bringing young Dexter Morgan to the screen like you’ve never seen him before—awkward, fresh-faced, and still figuring out how to do murder right. Patrick Gibson stars as Dexter in his “pre-chop shop” era, while Michael C. Hall reprises his role as Dexter’s snarky inner monologue. Because what’s a killer without a little passive-aggressive commentary in his head?

Miami, 1991: Pastels, Palm Trees, and Pre-Homicidal Tendencies
The year is 1991. Dexter is just a baby bat learning how to fly in the dark… metaphorically speaking, of course. He’s a college student, trying to balance late-night study sessions and his ever-so-inconvenient urge to murder. (We’ve all been there, right?) But don’t worry—Papa Harry (played by Christian Slater, because, why not?) is here to guide him with a Code that’s basically the “Murder for Dummies” handbook.

Dexter starts off his killing career with some ground rules: only go after the worst of the worst, don’t get caught, and maybe don’t leave your DNA at the crime scene. But here’s the kicker—young Dex is interning at Miami Metro Police Department’s forensics lab. Yes, that’s right, he’s a future serial killer nerding out over crime scenes like it’s Comic-Con.

Who’s Who in the Blood-Soaked Cast
This prequel isn’t just about Dexter. It’s got a star-studded lineup:
Molly Brown plays someone, probably looking concerned a lot.
Christina Milian? Yes, that Christina Milian, presumably delivering sultry side-eye.
James Martinez and Alex Shimizu? Great names; can’t wait to see them as cops or clueless victims.
Reno Wilson, because every show needs “that guy you vaguely recognize.”
– Special guest star Sarah Michelle Gellar, possibly slaying something. Vampires? Expectations? We’ll find out.
– And Patrick Dempsey, who may or may not still be McDreamy even in the ‘90s.

Save the Date: December 13th (Because Nothing Says “Festive” Like Serial Killers)
Mark your calendars, murder enthusiasts! Dexter: Original Sin premieres Friday, December 13th, on Paramount+ with Showtime. A date so ominous, it’s practically begging you to binge-watch with a side of popcorn and existential dread.

So, buckle up. Young Dexter is here to fumble his way through blood spatter analysis and awkward first kills. Will he manage to keep his double life under wraps? Or will he accidentally spill the beans at an office party? Tune in to find out—and maybe consider locking your doors. Just in case.

Angelina Jolie Scores a Grape-Sized Victory Over Brad Pitt in Winery Drama

Angelina Jolie just stomped out a major win against Brad Pitt in their never-ending battle over Miraval winery. You know, the one that makes rosé but has somehow turned into the world’s least glamorous soap opera.

A Quick Vintage Recap
This feud began fermenting in February 2022 when Brad sued Angelina, accusing her of selling her half of the winery without his royal permission. (Gasp!) Apparently, he thought he was the only one allowed to pop the cork on Miraval deals.

But things took a dark turn faster than an uncorked bottle left in the sun. Angelina’s legal team claimed Brad tried to strong-arm her into signing an NDA that would have kept her silent about some very serious allegations of abuse. And for the low, low price of an $8.5 million “hush-hush holdback,” no less! Classy.

The Latest Twist
Enter Los Angeles Superior Court Judge Lia Martin, stage left, who just handed Angelina a tentative victory. The ruling means Brad must cough up documents and communications that Angelina claims will show he was trying to sweep a whole lot of unpleasantness under the winery rug. (Spoiler alert: This rug is probably wine-stained and a little frayed from all the drama.)

Angelina’s Lawyer Drops the Mic
Paul Murphy, Angelina’s attorney and apparent aficionado of mic-drop statements, couldn’t resist chiming in. He said:

“We are gratified that the court ruled in Angelina’s favor. After Mr. Pitt fought for years to hide this crucial evidence, he must now produce documents and communications concerning abuse, lies to authorities, and years of cover-up.”

Translation: We’re tired of this drama, but we’ll play along if we have to.

Murphy wasn’t done:

“Let’s not forget, Angelina didn’t even want to be here. She never pressed charges, she left the properties, and she even tried to sell Brad the business. Yet here we are, because he just can’t stop suing her.”

And the pièce de résistance?

“The kids want this to end, Angelina wants this to end, and maybe—just maybe—Brad should consider wrapping this up instead of treating it like his next franchise.”

What’s Next?
If Brad doesn’t simmer down, Angelina plans to unleash what she calls “evidence necessary to prove his allegations are false.” Sounds like someone’s been saving receipts like a thrifty couponer.

Final Sip
While the world waits for the next chapter in As the Wine Barrel Turns, one thing’s clear: Miraval may make a decent rosé, but its real talent is churning out high-stakes drama. Maybe next time they can collaborate on a wine called “Petty Noir.” Cheers! 🥂

Angelina Jolie Scores a Grape-Sized Victory Over Brad Pitt in Winery Drama

Breaking News: The Galaxy Just Got a Little More Chaotic!

Star Wars: Skeleton Crew is arriving a whole day earlier! That’s right, Disney+ decided to grace us with this galactic gift on Monday, December 2, at the oddly specific time of 6:00 p.m. PST. Why 6 p.m.? Probably to remind you that dinner can wait when space drama is on the menu.

And because the Force is strong with this one, Disney+ will keep the episodes coming every Tuesday at 6:00 p.m. PST. It’s like Taco Tuesday, but with space pirates and fewer digestive regrets. To hype us up even more, they’ve dropped some new key art. Spoiler alert: it’s artsy and key-y.

Plot Twist: Space Edition
Skeleton Crew isn’t just another series; it’s the ultimate “oops, we’re lost in space” adventure. Picture this: four kids chilling on their nice, boring home planet when—BAM!—they stumble upon something so mysterious, even Yoda would scratch his little green head. Next thing they know, they’re in a galaxy far, far away where danger, drama, and awkward alien encounters await.

Will they make it home? Will they get grounded when they do? Tune in to find out. Think Stranger Things, but with fewer demogorgons and more droids.

A Star-Studded Space Party
Leading the charge is Jude Law, proving that even in space, he’s still better looking than all of us. Joining him are Ravi Cabot-Conyers, Ryan Kiera Armstrong, Kyriana Kratter, and Robert Timothy Smith—a.k.a. the kids who might accidentally break the universe. Rounding out the cast are Tunde Adebimpe, Kerry Condon, and Nick Frost, because what’s a Star Wars show without quirky adults making bad decisions?

Meanwhile, in the Sad Part of the Galaxy…
Not everything is sunshine and dual sunsets. Star Wars fans were hit with a Death Star-sized bummer: a mysterious new movie scheduled for December 18, 2026, has been delayed. The galaxy weeps. No word yet on the new date, but let’s hope it lands before actual lightsabers become a reality.

Until then, let’s cherish Skeleton Crew—our intergalactic ticket to adventure, starring kids who prove that even in space, you can still have a bad sense of direction. May the snacks and streaming marathons be with you!

Breaking News: The Galaxy Just Got a Little More Chaotic!

‘Squid Game’ Season 2 Trailer: Lee Jung-jae is Back to Flip the Script (or at Least Try) – Watch Now!

Seong Gi-hun is back! The reluctant Player 456 from Squid Game has dusted off his red hair dye, shaken off three years of trauma (kinda), and signed up for another round of people-sized Red Light, Green Light. Why? Because apparently, therapy is for quitters.

Netflix just dropped the trailer for Squid Game Season 2, and let’s just say things are looking as chaotic as ever. Spoiler alert: if you thought Seong Gi-hun was done after that rollercoaster of cash, carnage, and childhood nostalgia gone horribly wrong, think again. Our guy has a new mission—and no, it’s not a cozy retirement in Hawaii.

Plot Twist: Revenge is a Dish Best Served in a Jumpsuit
Here’s the gist: It’s been three years since Gi-hun won 45.6 billion won (and lost his faith in humanity). Instead of sipping margaritas in the States, he decided, “Nah, I’m going back to ruin this whole game once and for all.” Armed with a vengeance sharper than those creepy pink guards’ triangle masks, he’s re-entering the game. Yup, the man who barely survived Round 1 is ready for Round 2—with new players, deadlier games, and hopefully fewer marbles this time.

Who’s Back and Who’s New to This Madness?
OG cast members like Lee Byung-hun (AKA the Front Man with the most menacing stares), Wi Ha-jun (Detective Cutie), and Gong Yoo (the world’s most intense slapper) are back to wreak havoc. But wait, there’s a whole squad of fresh faces:

– Yim Si-wan (probably too good-looking to survive),
– Kang Ha-neul (definitely here to emotionally wreck us),
– Park Gyu-young (queen of chaos energy),
– and—wait for it—Choi Seung-hyun (yes, T.O.P from BigBang—because why not throw a K-pop idol into this death match?).

Mark Your Calendars
The new season drops December 26th, so forget post-holiday relaxation. Instead, grab your snacks, buckle up, and prepare to see your favorite characters run, scream, and strategize their way through more nightmarish playground games. Because nothing says “festive season” like existential dread and slow-motion betrayal.

Will Gi-hun finally bring the whole operation down? Will Gong Yoo’s briefcase-slapping arm ever get tired? Will we all cry over another ill-fated bromance? Only one way to find out. See you in the arena!

Grimes Spills Tea on Elon Musk Split, Calls Him ‘Unrecognizable’

Grimes just dropped some intergalactic-level drama about her split from Elon Musk, aka the world’s richest man, aka the dude who named their kids like they’re Wi-Fi passwords.

In a no-holds-barred post on X (formerly known as Twitter, RIP the bird logo), Grimes, the ethereal queen of avant-garde pop and co-parent of three with Elon, unloaded about their 2022 breakup and the custody chaos that followed. She and Elon share son X Æ A-Xii (age 4, and probably already hacking into NASA), daughter Exa Dark Sideræl (3, and surely plotting to overthrow humanity), and son Techno Mechanicus (2, who probably runs on solar power).

Custody Battles in the Twilight Zone
Apparently, Grimes has been duking it out for custody in what she calls a state with “terrible mothers’ rights.” She wrote, “Spent a year locked in battle… having my Instagram posts and modeling used as reasons I shouldn’t have my kids.” Yep, because if there’s one thing a mom shouldn’t do, it’s post artsy pics on Instagram while her billionaire ex is busy live-tweeting rocket launches.

But wait, it gets juicier. Grimes revealed that she didn’t see one of her kids for five months. FIVE. MONTHS. And all while battling a guy who, according to her, has “a fraction of my resources (or IQ/strategy experience).” Translation: Elon brought his A-game, and she had to fight him with whatever was left in her glittery toolbox.

When Love Turns to ‘Who Even ARE You?’
Oh, and Grimes had some words for her ex that cut deeper than a SpaceX rocket fuel budget. She admitted she’s still trying to detach from him emotionally, calling Musk “the love of my life,” but then hit him with the ultimate post-breakup diss: “He’s become unrecognizable to me.” Ouch. That’s gotta sting worse than Tesla stock taking a nosedive.

A Timeline of Love and Litigation
Grimes and Musk first became a thing in 2018, sparking a whirlwind romance that included Met Gala appearances and meme-worthy moments. Fast-forward a few chaotic years and three uniquely named kids later, and things took a turn. By October 2023, Grimes filed legal papers to officially establish parental rights. And let’s not forget, Elon has nine other kids from previous relationships. Dude’s building his own personal Mars colony, one baby at a time.

So, while Musk is out here launching rockets and trying to colonize other planets, Grimes is fighting for her kids and her sanity on Earth. Moral of the story? Even billionaires and pop stars can’t escape messy breakups.

Wendy Williams ‘Permanently Incapacitated,’ Guardian Spills in Court – And Lifetime’s Still Saying, ‘Roll the Cameras!’

In today’s edition of What in the Daytime Drama Is Going On?, Wendy Williams’ health update is making headlines, and let’s just say the tea is… bittersweet.

The former queen of daytime TV, now 60, is reportedly dealing with some serious health challenges. Her legal guardian, Sabrina Morrissey, recently filed a memo that paints a grim picture: Wendy is “cognitively impaired and permanently incapacitated.” Yes, you read that right—permanently. Like your ex’s bad taste in music, but, you know, way more heartbreaking.

Court Docs: More Drama Than a Hot Topics Segment
Sabrina’s lawyer marched into a New York court in November, armed with documents that could rival The Real Housewives Reunion for emotional intensity. The letter, dripping with legalese and sadness, declared Wendy, “an acclaimed entertainer who, tragically, has been afflicted by early-onset dementia and, as a result, has become cognitively impaired and permanently incapacitated.”

Ouch. That’s a gut punch of a sentence if we’ve ever read one. And yes, we’re looking at you, Page Six, for pulling no punches in reporting it.

Wait, Didn’t We Hear About This Before?
Back in May 2023, whispers about Wendy’s health were already making the rounds. She was diagnosed with both aphasia and dementia, which, in simpler terms, means Wendy’s fighting battles most of us can’t even imagine. The diagnosis has kept her under legal guardianship since 2022, and Sabrina Morrissey has been calling the shots ever since. We’re guessing Sabrina’s job comes with a hefty side order of stress.

Lifetime, You’re Doing What Now?
Here’s where things take a turn for the Lifetime-movie ironic. Sabrina’s latest legal Hail Mary was all about stopping the release of Where Is Wendy Williams?, a documentary that, spoiler alert, Lifetime went ahead and released anyway. Lifetime, clearly unbothered, said, “Where is she? Oh, we’ll show you. Tuesdays at 8, right after Married at First Sight!

Unfortunately for Sabrina, the court didn’t side with her, and the documentary rolled out as planned. Because nothing screams “sensitive portrayal of someone’s health struggles” quite like a network famous for airing movies titled Cheerleader Murder Mystery.

The Bigger Picture
For fans of Wendy, this news feels like a bad breakup you saw coming but hoped would somehow resolve itself. From her iconic clapbacks to her legendary “How you doin’?” catchphrase, Wendy carved a place for herself in pop culture that no one else can fill.

Now, as the world grapples with the reality of her condition, Lifetime’s documentary might answer the question in its title. But let’s be real—if Wendy were watching this unfold, she’d probably be sipping her tea, raising an eyebrow, and giving a side-eye so sharp it could cut glass.

Here’s hoping she finds peace, support, and, dare we say, the occasional messy headline she’d normally live for. Miss you on the purple chair, Wendy.

Wendy Williams ‘Permanently Incapacitated,’ Guardian Spills in Court – And Lifetime’s Still Saying, ‘Roll the Cameras!’

CBS Waves Bye-Bye to The Talk: Here’s When the Chatter Ends for Good

CBS just dropped the mic on The Talk, confirming the series finale date for the long-running daytime talk show. After 15 years of coffee-table banter, awkward celebrity interviews, and more chair shuffles than a game of musical chairs, the show is officially heading off into the sunset.

Here’s the tea: Sheryl Underwood, Amanda Kloots, Jerry O’Connell, Akbar Gbajabiamila, and Natalie Morales will start their grand farewell on Monday, December 16. The final episode—cue the dramatic music—will air Friday, December 20. Mark your calendars, grab the tissues, and maybe a snack; emotional snacking is valid.

As for celebrity guests? It’s all very hush-hush. Either they’re keeping things under wraps for a dramatic reveal, or they’re still sliding into people’s DMs begging for RSVPs. Stay tuned because who wouldn’t want to see which A-lister gets the honor of waving goodbye?

Since its debut in 2010, The Talk has racked up a respectable 11 Daytime Emmy nominations. That’s right—11! Sure, it’s not an EGOT, but it’s nothing to sneeze at. The show snagged nods for Outstanding Talk Show and Outstanding Entertainment Talk Show Host, proving they could talk the talk and walk the walk… at least for a while.

So, pour one out for The Talk—15 years of laughter, tears, and so many hot topics. Whether you tuned in religiously or caught it by accident while flipping channels, there’s no denying it was a staple of daytime TV. Now, it’s off to the great big talk show in the sky (or maybe just reruns on some obscure channel). Cheers to a chat well chatted!

CBS Waves Bye-Bye to The Talk: Here’s When the Chatter Ends for Good

Dwayne ‘The Rock’ Johnson Confirms His ‘Moana’ Muscles Are Borrowed—Courtesy of a Fancy Bodysuit

Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson has confirmed that his insanely ripped shirtless look in the upcoming live-action Moana movie isn’t the result of endless bench presses or a diet of raw tuna and dreams—it’s actually a body suit! Yes, Maui’s legendary pecs are not homegrown but Hollywood-made. Shocking, we know.

Last week, set photos leaked faster than a broken faucet, and fans collectively lost their minds over The Rock’s apparent upgrade from “buff” to “Greek statue with a personal trainer.” The 52-year-old actor, reprising his role as the demigod Maui, had everyone believing he’d added a few new dimensions to his already Herculean physique. Spoiler alert: he didn’t.

“Yeah, that’s a suit,” The Rock spilled to Extra, probably crushing the hopes of gym bros everywhere. “It took a long time to put on. So when people said, ‘Wow, you bulked up,’ I was like, ‘Yes, mission accomplished!’ Translation: you totally fell for it.”

And it’s no easy feat, apparently. “This thing takes hours every day to apply,” he revealed, probably wishing Maui wore a T-shirt and cargo shorts. But the real kicker? Paparazzi went full ninja mode to snag those pics. “We built walls to keep them out,” he explained, “but they got boats. Like, actual boats. Who does that?” (Answer: people who really care about shirtless Rock photos, clearly.)

Despite the leak, Johnson’s excitement for the film is unshaken. “I’m glad people like it. I can’t wait for you to see the movie—2026, mark your calendars!” (That’s right, 2026. Long enough for us to forget about this whole bodysuit thing, probably.)

In the meantime, fans can look forward to Moana 2—the animated sequel—hitting theaters this November. It’s shaping up to be the biggest movie of the year, proving Maui’s charm works just as well in pixels as in prosthetics.

The Rock’s Maui bod is 100% Hollywood magic. But hey, if anyone can make wearing a muscle suit seem cool, it’s him. Rock on, Maui, rock on.

Eva Mendes’ Magical New Family Member—and a Ryan Gosling Clapback Worth Applauding

Move over Hollywood A-listers; there’s a new star in Eva Mendes and Ryan Gosling’s home, and she’s stealing hearts faster than Ryan did in The Notebook. Drumroll, please … meet Magic, the fluffiest, furriest, most four-legged addition to the Gosling-Mendes squad!

Eva hit up Instagram to introduce Magic, the dog she and Ryan adopted from @californiadoodlerescues, because even their pets have to be stylish. Seven years after saying goodbye to their iconic dog George (may he rest in pupper paradise), the power couple has embraced life as proud new paw-rents. Cue the “aww’s”!

In a heartfelt post, Eva gushed:
“Meet the newest member of our family … Magic!!!” (Yes, with three exclamation marks because dog parenthood is a BIG DEAL.) She added, “I’m crazy about her and excited to share life with Magic with you. ❤️” And just like that, Magic went from rescue pup to red-carpet royalty.

But wait, there’s drama! A fan commented: “Ryan could appear in the video.” Translation: “Where’s our national treasure, Mr. Ken himself?” While some might crumble under the weight of public curiosity, a fellow commenter fired back with the online equivalent of a mic drop: “Or he could not … their lives and none of our business.”

Eva wasted zero time chiming in, metaphorically tossing glittery confetti and writing: “❤️❤️❤️ lotsa love to you! ❤️.” It was basically the nicest way of saying, “Thank you for minding your manners—and our business.”

So, while Ryan remains as elusive as ever in Magic’s debut saga, Eva, Magic, and one sassy internet defender are out here living their best lives.

Cue the video of Magic being magical. Watch below and prepare to fall in love. (Ryan may or may not approve this message.)

Machine Gun Kelly Breaks His Silence on Megan Fox’s Pregnancy: Deserts, Inspiration, and Dad Jokes Incoming

Machine Gun Kelly—aka Colson Baker when he’s feeling fancy—has finally shared his thoughts about the big news: his partner, Megan Fox, is pregnant! That’s right, the guy who’s made a career out of shredding guitars and occasionally our eardrums is gearing up to tackle diaper duty once again. Somebody cue the lullaby remix of My Bloody Valentine.

For those keeping track of celebrity offspring like it’s a fantasy league, MGK is already dad to a 15-year-old daughter, Casie, from a previous relationship with Emma Cannon. Megan, on the other hand, has three kiddos with her ex-husband, Brian Austin Green. So basically, these two are building a family squad big enough for a reality show or at least a very chaotic carpool line.

The news comes with a bittersweet backdrop, as it’s been about a year since Megan shared the heartbreaking story of a miscarriage at 10 weeks. Now, however, the couple seems ready to embark on this new chapter—complete with MGK’s signature poetic flair.

Taking to Twitter, our resident rockstar-turned-poet-laureate dropped some life updates that somehow connected impending fatherhood with a desert trip and an album reboot. He tweeted:

“isolating myself in the desert next week to restart this album from scratch. when inspiration flows through me unblocked, we will reach the destination in no time. don’t worry. after all, im about to be a dad again!”

Translation? “I’m going to the desert to find my muse, revamp my album, and maybe pick up some cool baby names while I’m there. How does Saguaro sound?”

Fans are, of course, thrilled—not just for the baby news but also because it’s clear MGK is committed to staying unpredictable. One minute he’s headlining festivals; the next, he’s hinting at a dadcore version of himself wandering the desert in search of creative enlightenment.

As we wait for more baby updates (and hopefully a new MGK album that’s not just Baby Shark covers), one thing’s clear: this family is about to be louder, quirkier, and even more headline-worthy than ever. Stay tuned—things are about to get wild.

Flavor Flav Set to Bring the Hype as a Torch Bearer at the 2028 LA Olympics

Flavor Flav is officially on fire (metaphorically… for now). The Public Enemy legend has traded his giant clock for Olympic torch duties. Yes, you read that right—Flav is confirmed to be a torch bearer at the 2028 Los Angeles Olympics, and honestly, who’s more qualified to bring the heat than Mr. Yeahhhhh boooooyyyy! himself?

From Water Polo Superhero to Olympic Icon
Flav wasn’t just hanging out at the 2024 Paris Olympics for the Instagram clout—he was there as a full-blown hero. When the U.S. Women’s and Men’s Water Polo Teams needed help getting to Paris, Flav swooped in like a clock-wielding fairy godmother. Turns out, a lot of the athletes were juggling way more than just water polo balls—try second and third jobs just to afford their dreams. Flav said, “Not on my watch!” (pun absolutely intended) and bankrolled their trips.

It’s like Undercover Boss, but instead of handing out oversized checks in secret, Flav showed up courtside with energy levels that could power an entire Olympic village.

First Lady and First Hype Man
While in Paris, Flav wasn’t just about water polo—he was out here making diplomatic moves. Yes, he met First Lady Jill Biden. Let’s all pause for a second to imagine that conversation. Did he say “Yeahhh, booooyyyy!” when she introduced herself? Did she? The world may never know, but one thing’s for sure: Flav made a splash.

From “Fight the Power” to “Light the Flame”
Now, in a twist straight out of an inspirational sports movie, Flav has been chosen to carry the Olympic torch in 2028 when the games hit Los Angeles. Naturally, he made this announcement in the most Flavor Flav way possible: by dropping rhymes on Bluesky (aka Twitter’s cooler cousin).

“In 2028, when the Olympics come to L.A., your boy Flavor Flav is going to be able to carry the torch. It’s a bragging right!” Flav declared with the kind of excitement most people reserve for winning the lottery or finding out Taco Bell brought back the Mexican Pizza.

He also shared a little poetry, writing:

“Word on the skeets,,, Flavor Flav gonna be carrying the Olympic torch on the LA streets,!!!”

Shakespeare could never.

What’s Next for Flav?
At this point, Flavor Flav is basically the patron saint of vibes. Between helping athletes, hyping crowds, and now carrying the Olympic torch, we wouldn’t be surprised if he announces he’s running for mayor of Los Angeles next. Imagine city council meetings with Flav—every vote would end with a Yeahhhhh booooyyyy!

So, mark your calendars for 2028, because the streets of LA are about to get a whole lot more flavor-ful. Whether you’re there for the sports or just to see Flav trot down the street with that torch, one thing’s for sure: the Olympics have never been this lit. Literally.

Word on the skeets,,, Flavor Flav gonna be carrying the Olympic torch on the LA streets,!!! #LA28
🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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— FLAVOR FLAV ⏰ (@flavorflav.bsky.social) November 25, 2024 at 8:57 PM

Jennifer Hudson Is Serving Holiday Cheer and High Notes Like It’s a Full-Time Job

Jennifer Hudson just dropped into the holiday season like Santa with a microphone and a sequined sleigh. The EGOT queen (that’s Emmy, Grammy, Oscar, and Tony for the uninitiated) has kicked off her “Gift of Love” holiday tour, and it’s already shaping up to be as fabulous as a glitter-covered fruitcake.

Tour Kickoff: Brooklyn Gets the First Present
Jennifer launched her five-show mini-tour on Sunday night (November 24) at Brooklyn’s Kings Theatre—a venue so majestic it probably bows down every time she hits those iconic high notes. This isn’t just any tour, people. This is The Gift of Love: An Intimate Live Experience—a name so cozy, it practically comes with hot cocoa and a weighted blanket.

But don’t let “intimate” fool you. When Jennifer Hudson sings, even the glitter in Times Square probably paused to listen.

Tour Stops: Coast-to-Coast Yuletide Magic
From Brooklyn to Chicago (December 13), Los Angeles (December 18), and a double dose of Vegas (December 21 and 22), JHud is spreading holiday cheer like Oprah handing out cars. “You get a song! You get a song! EVERYBODY GETS A SONG!”

Oh, and don’t worry—it’s not just holiday tunes. She’s sprinkling in some of her all-time hits too, so expect everything from Christmas carols to powerhouse ballads that might just knock your Christmas tree over.

Old Navy Surprise: Santa, Who?
Before the tour even began, Jennifer popped into Old Navy in Times Square, proving that even megastars love a good holiday sale. Dressed in velvet, faux fur, and what can only be described as diva-approved holiday glam, she gave unsuspecting shoppers the gift of a lifetime. Imagine browsing sweaters and suddenly hearing that voice? That’s like finding a golden ticket in your holiday socks.

No word on whether she also snagged some $5 fuzzy socks or matching PJs.

Set List Reveal (Sort Of)
Jennifer’s first-night set list has been unveiled, but let’s keep it real—this could change faster than your holiday plans when Aunt Carol announces she’s bringing her “special” fruitcake again. If you’re lucky enough to attend, expect a mix of holiday magic and chart-topping bops. And yes, bring tissues. This woman didn’t win all those awards for nothing.

1. Santa For Someone
2. Jingle Bells
3. Little Drummer Boy
4. O Holy Night
5. Go Tell It On The Mountain
6. Mary, Did You Know?
7. Hallelujah
8. Aretha Franklin Tribute (Natural Woman / Respect)
9. Find The Love
10. Spotlight
11. Where You At
12. The Christmas Song (Chestnuts Roasting On An Open Fire)
13. And I Am Telling You I’m Not Going

Tickets: Run, Don’t Walk
If you’re not already furiously Googling tickets, what are you doing? Hop on Ticketmaster or try your luck on Stubhub because this tour is hotter than roasted chestnuts on an open fire.

Whether you’re there for the music, the holiday spirit, or just to witness Jennifer Hudson being Jennifer Hudson, one thing is clear: this tour is the perfect way to sleigh (pun fully intended) your holiday season. 🎄

Lyle Menendez’s Wife Files for Divorce, Swears Cheating Is So Last Season

Rebecca Sneed, aka Mrs. Lyle Menendez (but not for much longer), has officially declared The End on her marriage. But before you start imagining a scandalous love triangle, pump the brakes—Rebecca wants you to know this split isn’t brought to you by infidelity. Nope, no side chicks, secret rendezvous, or “it’s not what it looks like” moments here.

Rebecca and Lyle, whose love story began as the world’s longest pen-pal exchange and blossomed into a prison-yard marriage in 2003, have reportedly been “separated for a while now.” The announcement dropped via Lyle’s official Facebook page (because where else do you break such news?), which Rebecca herself runs like the social media manager of Alcatraz.

Timing Is Everything
The announcement comes as Lyle and his brother Erik Menendez prepare to celebrate the holidays… behind bars. (How festive.) Their much-anticipated resentencing hearing, originally scheduled for December 11, has been bumped to January 30. Apparently, the new L.A. District Attorney, Nathan Hochman, needs some time to catch up on Menendez: The Sequel.

But back to Rebecca—what else did she spill in her heartfelt post?

Rebecca’s Facebook Manifesto: No Cheating, Just Freedom Fighting
“Y’all, let’s get one thing straight: this is NOT a cheating scandal,” Rebecca wrote, probably sipping tea and shaking her head at the audacity of the internet. She explained that the couple has been separated for a while but are still tight, calling each other “best friends and family.” (Translation: they’re the Gwyneth Paltrow and Chris Martin of prison love, consciously uncoupling with zero drama.)

Rebecca reassured followers that she’s still the captain of Lyle’s Facebook fan club and remains laser-focused on one goal: getting the Menendez brothers out of the slammer. She wrote, “I’ll never stop fighting for their freedom, and I’ll continue to update you all because this page is about survival and justice, not tabloid gossip. Let’s stay classy, folks!” (Okay, maybe not her exact words, but you get the vibe.)

What’s Next for Rebecca?
No word yet on what Rebecca’s post-divorce life will look like, but one thing’s clear—she’s staying on Team Menendez. She ended her post with a rallying cry for supporters to keep fighting the good fight. And honestly, if Rebecca ever starts a motivational speaking gig, we’d pay to hear her talk about loyalty and resilience.

No juicy affair, no fiery drama—just a woman fiercely committed to her cause, even as she calls time on her marriage. Stay tuned for the next episode of As the Prison Bars Turn.

Ashlyn Harris Opens Up About Her Marriage to Ali Krieger: ‘No Intimacy, No Touch, Just Soccer and Chaos’

Former soccer star Ashlyn Harris recently spilled some piping hot tea about the end of her marriage to fellow soccer icon Ali Krieger, and let’s just say it wasn’t a rom-com in cleats. The two announced their split in October 2023 after four years of marriage, two kids, and apparently zero intimacy. That’s right—zero.

Therapy, But Make It Juicy
Ashlyn didn’t hold back during her latest episode of the Naked Sports podcast (appropriately named for this level of personal exposure). She got real about how her therapist called out her tendency to “sit and suffer,” which, let’s be honest, sounds like something you’d see on a mug at a yoga retreat.

“I was out here serving everyone but myself, like some kind of emotional butler,” Ashlyn admitted. “That’s probably the only reason the marriage lasted as long as it did.”

The ‘Open Marriage’ Hail Mary
In a plot twist straight out of a Netflix drama, Ashlyn revealed that she suggested an open marriage as a last-ditch effort to keep things afloat. Spoiler alert: it was a no from her.

“I was like, ‘What if we just… you know, opened things up?’” she shared, probably with the same enthusiasm one reserves for suggesting pineapple on pizza. “But nope, not for me, dude. That was my final attempt at making this work.”

Turns out, when your heart’s not in it, suggesting extra players on the field isn’t the game-changer you hope it’ll be.

The Real MVP: Soccer
If there was a third party in this relationship, it was soccer. And soccer was definitely winning. Ashlyn confessed that Ali’s dedication to the sport and their kids left little time—or energy—for, well, her.

“I wasn’t even on the bench; I wasn’t in the stadium,” Ashlyn quipped. “It was soccer, then the job, then the kids, and then, like, way down the priority list, there I was, waving a tiny flag, like, ‘Hey, remember me?’”

The Touchy Subject of No Touching
Here’s where things got awkward. Ashlyn shared that there was no intimacy in the marriage—at all.

“I didn’t feel connected emotionally, physically, or any-ally,” she said. “And honestly, it was embarrassing. How do you tell people your wife would rather do drills than, you know, hold your hand?”

When asked if Ali might disagree with her account, Ashlyn didn’t hesitate: “Nope. Facts are facts, people. We weren’t intimate. Period.”

The Whistle’s Been Blown
A marriage dominated by soccer, sacrifice, and a serious lack of snuggling. Ashlyn’s candor is both refreshing and a reminder that even the pros fumble sometimes. Here’s hoping both stars find their footing—on and off the field.

Liam Payne’s Balcony Escape Plan Goes Horribly Wrong, and Yes, the Hotel Might Be in Hot Water

Liam Payne allegedly tried a DIY hotel jailbreak via balcony, only to meet an untimely and devastating fate. And, according to a lineup of witnesses, police reports, and even a 911 call, the hotel might just have some explaining to do. Let’s unpack this balcony drama, shall we?

Liam Payne vs. Hotel Rooms: The Ongoing Saga
Sources claim Liam had an intense hatred for being locked in hotel rooms, a phobia perhaps birthed from his One Direction days. Apparently, Liam wasn’t one to quietly call reception to request an early checkout. No, his preferred method was Mission: Impossible-ing his way out using whatever household items were handy. Garden hoses? Sure. A prayer and some questionable life choices? Absolutely.

In a recent Florida escapade, sources say Liam Houdini’d his way out of a rental house by tying himself to a garden hose and rappelling down like he was auditioning for the next “Fast and Furious” sequel. But this time in Buenos Aires? Well, let’s just say the hotel didn’t have Liam-proofing in the manual.

The Lobby Showdown
CasaSur Palermo Hotel staff had their hands full when Liam reportedly turned the lobby into his personal chaos zone, looking, as sources say, “clearly under the influence.” Surveillance footage shows him going from standing upright to being carried like a floppy action figure by three hotel workers. Talk about a journey.

Despite his protests and flailing attempts at freedom, the hotel staff managed to unlock his room, shove him inside, and confiscate a mirror. (Because, apparently, removing a mirror solves…what exactly?)

And here’s the kicker: one of the employees actually called 911 after locking Liam in. The transcript? Equal parts ominous and ironic. The employee reportedly said, “We’re afraid he might use the balcony… well… you know.” Spoiler alert: he did.

The Escape That Went Sideways
Minutes after the hotel workers left him alone, Liam made his daring move. He strapped on a bag—because even in chaos, Liam believed in accessorizing—and attempted a descent from his third-floor balcony. Sadly, the plan didn’t pan out. His body was found shortly after, with the bag still slung over his shoulder and a hat mysteriously perched on his head, despite him being bareheaded in the lobby earlier. A dramatic flair, even in the worst circumstances.

But wait, there’s more! A hotel worker later found another bag on a second-floor balcony. Inside? Pills, a bottle of Jack Daniel’s, and a note that said, “for Liam.” Was he trying to stage a supply drop before descending? We may never know, but it’s giving MacGyver meets melodrama.

Whodunit? Blame Game Edition
Argentinian authorities have reportedly focused their investigation on a friend, a waiter, and a hotel staffer who allegedly supplied Liam with drugs. But some sources believe the real responsibility lies with the hotel. Instead of focusing on Liam’s well-being, they seemed more worried about their lobby decor and keeping the mirrors intact.

The hotel, unsurprisingly, has declined to comment, which is basically the international PR equivalent of, “We plead the Fifth.”

The Takeaway
Liam Payne’s tragic passing leaves behind a lot of questions—and a story so wild it could’ve been scripted. Was it a preventable tragedy? Did the hotel fumble their response? And why on Earth was a garden hose ever his go-to?

RIP, Liam. You may have left us, but this tale of balconies, bad decisions, and bag straps will not soon be forgotten.

Disney Drops Teaser for Lilo & Stitch Live-Action Movie: Sandcastles Beware!

Disney just gave us our first peek at the Lilo & Stitch live-action movie, and let’s just say, Stitch is back—and he’s here to ruin your beach day.

The teaser, released Monday (November 25), clocks in at a swift 30 seconds, but it’s long enough to remind us that Stitch is still the chaos gremlin we all know and love. Picture this: a serene Hawaiian beach, kids building sandcastles, all is peaceful… until Stitch shows up, pulling a full-on Godzilla, stomping castles like they owe him money. If you listen closely, you can almost hear tiny screams from the Lego-sized sand towns he’s annihilating.

In the ultimate glow-up, Chris Sanders—aka the man who birthed Stitch into our lives—is back to voice the little blue menace. That’s right, Sanders is reprising his role, ensuring Stitch still sounds like a gremlin who swallowed a blender.

Playing Lilo, the feisty, Elvis-loving Hawaiian girl who dares to adopt Stitch as her “dog,” is newcomer Maia Kealoha. Fingers crossed she can survive Stitch’s chaos without a sandcastle-related PTSD diagnosis.

As Disney’s official synopsis puts it, Lilo & Stitch is about “a lonely human girl and a dog-like alien genetically engineered for destruction.” You know, typical Disney: family bonding, social workers breathing down your neck, and space bounty hunters showing up uninvited. Basically, it’s Fast & Furious, but with more Ohana and fewer cars.

The rest of the cast is stacked like a sandcastle Stitch hasn’t destroyed yet. Sydney Agudong plays Lilo’s sister Nani, while Kahiau Machado steps in as her surfboard-toting boyfriend David Kawena. Comedy wizard Zach Galifianakis, Billy Magnussen, Courtney B. Vance, Amy Hill, and original Lilo & Stitch star Tia Carrere round out the crew.

Disney fans, mark your calendars: the live-action Lilo & Stitch is hitting theaters on May 23, 2025. Until then, start practicing your “Meega Nala Queesta” and maybe keep your sandcastles indoors. 🌺

Kendrick Lamar to Drake: “He Trippin’?!” The Most Polite Roast Session Ever

Kendrick Lamar just proved that even when he claps back, it’s with a sprinkle of humor and a bucket of chill. This weekend, the rap game witnessed Drake transform into something… different: a livestreamer with more shade than an umbrella factory. And, naturally, K.Dot wasn’t going to let it slide without a chuckle.

Drake’s Shade-A-Palooza
Drake, now moonlighting as the king of Canadian clapbacks, hopped onto xQc’s Kick channel to throw darts at anyone within earshot—especially his lyrical nemesis, Kendrick.

“I’m here—mind, body, and soul fully intact, in case you were wondering,” Drizzy declared, radiating the energy of someone who just finished watching a motivational TikTok. “You need facts to take me out; fairytales won’t do it.” Translation? He was referring to Kendrick’s diss tracks, which have hinted at everything from Drake’s questionable friendships to his secret baby drama. (Maury, where you at?)

But Drake wasn’t done. He called Steve Lacy a “fragile opp” (ouch?) and shut down The Weeknd’s “Starboy” mid-play like he was DJ-ing at the world’s pettiest high school prom.

Kendrick’s Response: A Masterclass in Chill
Enter Kendrick, sipping metaphorical tea and texting his boy Reli about the chaos. Reli, who clearly moonlights as a professional instigator, shared their text convo on Instagram for the world to see.

“You done turned blood into a streamer on Phillies [laughing emojis],” Reli quipped, probably wondering when Drake became a full-time internet personality.

Kendrick, being Kendrick, responded with his own batch of laughing emojis before asking the question we all had: “He trippin??!”

Reli replied, “Blood don’t want no smoke Philly gang,” and then decided to play censor, because apparently, the tea was too hot.

The Subtweet Album Drop
All of this comes hot on the heels of Kendrick’s surprise album GNX, which arrived unannounced like that one cousin who shows up to Thanksgiving with Tupperware. The 12-track project is pure fire—and yes, it includes a side of subliminal Drake disses.

On the opening track, “Wacced Out Murals,” Kendrick spits:
“N-ggas from my city couldn’t entertain old boy
Promisin’ bank transactions and even bitcoin
I never peaced it up, that shit don’t sit well with me
Before I take a truce, I’ll take ’em to Hell with me.”

Translation: Kendrick isn’t buying Drake’s olive branches—or his cryptocurrency tips.

He also mentions Drizzy’s Taylor Made Freestyle drama, rapping:
“Snoop posted ‘Taylor Made,’ I prayed it was the edibles
I couldn’t believe it, it was only right for me to let it go.”

Snoop, being the true king of keeping it cool, responded on X (formerly Twitter) with the vibe of someone both high and highly entertained:
“K Dot new album GNX 💥🔥 It was the edibles 🤦🏽‍♂️😁✊🏾 west west king.”

The Verdict?
Drake’s livestream antics have officially been filed under “When Doing the Most Backfires.” Meanwhile, Kendrick is living rent-free in the 6 God’s head, sipping tea, and dropping bars so smooth they should come with a “Handle With Care” label.

Moral of the story? You can livestream all the shade you want, but Kendrick’s laughter is louder.

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