David Beckham announced today that he is retiring from handling balls, professionally, and his bulge may never grace a field again. 38-year-old (which is CRUSTY ANCIENT OLD in sports years) said in a statement today that once his season with Paris Saint-Germain is over, he’s going to devote all of his time to selling his used jockstraps on eBay.
“[I am] thankful to PSG for giving me the opportunity to continue but I feel now is the right time to finish my career, playing at the highest level. If you had told me as a young boy I would have played for and won trophies with my boyhood club Manchester United, proudly captained and played for my country over one hundred times and lined up for some of the biggest clubs in the world, I would have told you it was a fantasy. I’m fortunate to have realized those dreams.
To this day, one of my proudest achievements is captaining my country. I knew every time I wore the Three Lions shirt, I was not only following in a long line of great players, I was also representing every fan that cared passionately about their country. I’m honored to represent England both on and off the pitch. … I want to thank all my teammates, the great managers that I had the pleasure of learning from. I also want to thank the fans who have all supported me and given me the strength to succeed.”
Becks may be retired, but the memory of his soccer field nipples, soccer field bulge and soccer field acts of homoeroticism will forever live on Google Images (and in a folder I keep on my desktop).
During an American Airlines flight from Los Angeles to JFK, the spirit of Whitney Houston took over the body of a passenger who couldn’t stop singingDolly Parton’s “I Will Always Love You (in the style of Nippy).” Another passenger told CNN that the song “I Will Always Love You” is forever embedded deep into their brain, because Nippy 2.0 would not stop telling the entire plane through song that she loved them. Nippy 2.0 did not stop spitting out tattered musical notes from her mouth and it got so annoying that they had to stop in Kansas City to hand her over to the police. (Note to self: If I’m ever on a flight from LAX to JFK and want to eat some Kansas City ribs, just start singing some Whitney Houston shit until they escort me off the plane.)
A rep for the Kansas City International Airport told CNN, “The passenger was detained, not arrested, and then released pending further investigation by the TSA (Transportation Safety Administration) and federal air marshals. I can confirm that she was singing ‘I Will Always Love You’ as she was escorted off the plane.”
The rep didn’t say if the passenger went full Whitney by screaming “BOBAAAAAAY B” in the hallways before asking hos to pop her doody bubble.
The passenger told authorities that she has diabetes and that’s why she freaked out. If you’re side-eyeing that “diabetes” excuse, let me side-eye you right back. Because one time my grandmother’s blood sugar levels got low and she opened the kitchen cabinets and started throwing food everywhere. So it happens.
And since when can you not take pictures on the plane? When a plane makes an emergency landing in Kansas City because a mile high songbird won’t stop belting out a Dolly Parton song, everyone’s going to pull out their phones to document it. Doesn’t that flight attendant know what world she lives in?
While wearing a child’s ballerina dress as a top and exquisitely crafted jean panties usually seen on a low-level lot lizard, Courtney Stodden slithered into Kitson Kids in West Hollywood yesterday, because the children really needed a lesson in what elegance and demurity (I don’t know if that’s a word, but that’s never stopped me before) truly is. While there, the porniguana also bought herself a new pair of children’s shorts and a few stuffed animals to shove into her padded bra, because she wasn’t stuffed enough.
And the only person besides me who’s more confused about Courtney Stodden needing a bodyguard is her bodyguard.
When you’re getting ready to shuffle into court-ordered rehab, your first thought should always be, “What do I wear?!” Because court-ordered rehab IS the fashion event of the season.
Lindsay Lohan will check into 90-day rehab tomorrow and she Instagrammed (and then deleted) this picture of her packing last night and added the caption, “90 days and 270 looks.” If you’re looking at this picture and spot the missing studded jeans that LiLo probably stole from your dirty laundry basket, don’t be mad. I’m sure she’ll work the hell out of them in rehab.
TMZ says that as of now, LiLo doesn’t really know which rehab facility will host her daily rehab chic fashion show. The judge and the City Attorneys for Santa Monica and L.A. have already okayed the Seafield Center in the Hamptons, but she’s having second thoughts about the place. It’s a non-smoking zone and she doesn’t think she can keep her mouth off of a lit fag for 90 days. Seafield also won’t let her bring 270 looks in. They only allow 7 outfits.
LiLo might check into Morningside Recovery Center in Newport Beach, CA, because they’re okay with patients smoking. The problem with that is the City Attorneys haven’t signed off on Morningside.
Like LiLo cares about rules. Bitch will still go to Seafield and every time she wants to inhale some Marlboro smoke, she’ll just do this with her roommate.
Besides, those hos at Seafield won’t even notice her smoking, because they’ll be too dazzled and hypnotized by her *FASHIONS*.