spiderman drops acid with dali

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I’m assuming you’ve all seen Spiders on Drugs?

OccupyBethlehem!

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On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Two Guy Fawkes Masks and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the third day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the fourth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Four wifi sticks, three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the fifth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Five tambourines. Four wifi sticks, three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the sixth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Six Wall Street pensions. Five tambourines. Four wifi sticks, three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the seventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Seven Jay-Z’s preening, six Wall Street pensions. Five tambourines. Four wifi sticks, three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the eighth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Eight proletarian comrades, seven Jay-Z’s preening, six Wall Street pensions. Five tambourines. Four wifi sticks, three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the ninth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Nine marchers marching, eight proletarian comrades, seven Jay-Z’s preening, six Wall Street pensions. Five tambourines. Four wifi sticks, three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Ten bankers jumping, nine marchers marching, eight proletarian comrades, seven Jay-Z’s preening, six Wall Street pensions. Five tambourines. Four wifi sticks, three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love gave to me

Eleven heads a-talking, ten bankers jumping, nine marchers marching, eight proletarian comrades, seven Jay-Z’s preening, six Wall Street pensions. Five tambourines. Four wifi sticks, three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me

That’s right!

Twelve drummers drumming, eleven heads a-talking, ten bankers jumping, nine marchers marching, eight proletarian comrades, seven Jay-Z’s preening, six Wall Street pensions. Five tambourines. Four wifi sticks, three peace doves, two Guy Fawkes masks, and Tent Sex Occupation Baby!

Whew! I dunno about you, but now I need some organic, free-range rum and soynog.

Britney Jean Warhol

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Over on Retrogasm they called this image “Warhol would have been proud.”

I’m not so sure about that.

Tom Hanksy rolls on

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What do you get when you combine the world’s most loveable actor (next to DanRad, of course) and the world’s most renowned street artist, otherwise known as My Future Husband? Tom Hanksy, of course. He’ll turn your frown upside down with some of the most genre-busting kickassery ever laid down on concrete.

Rocky Horror Picture Show by Michaelangelo

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When Michaelangelo ran out of sable for his brushes and started using his own (intimate) hairs, he couldn’t help but think it started to influence his work. But he couldn’t put his finger on it.

Some things are masterpieces. Some things are Kardashians. That’s Life.

& Style.

Hotter than EuroDisney: it’s the Abortionplex! Yelp, the greatest website of the bourgeoisie, reaches its apotheosis in this collection of reviews of the Onion’s fictional Abortionplex. Come for the D&C’s, stay for the Mojitos! (raincoaster)

Servicey! How to open a bottle without a bottle opener. And NO, “twist it off” isn’t the answer unless you’re the Incredible Hulk. I knew the Incredible Hulk. The Incredible Hulk was a friend of mine. And YOU, sir, are no – you know what? I’ve used that joke too many times. (ManoloFood)

Do the Maliboogie! You put your left foot in. You take your left foot out, with great effort, because you were as stupid as Katie Holmes, and wore three inch heels on the beach! (Ayyyy)

Steve Buscemi welcomes you to Emo Disney. So I guess today’s gossip blogs are travel themed. Still, I’d totally pay to see Steve as Mickey Mouse, directed by Quentin Tarantino. When you get your picture taken with him, ask if you can hold the severed hand. (Lolebrity)

“Oh I say!” says Prince Philip. “No, seriously, I said that? I said THAT? Well bloody hell, you don’t think I was SOBER at the time, do you? Quick, blame the fucking peasants!” (Crasstalk)

Lady Gaga is completely tasteless. The GooGoo Diet? Real dieters stick with The Drinker’s Diet, even if they dumped the man who invented it! If it was good enough for Dino, it’s good enough for you, honey. (AgentBedhead)

George Harrison pities the fool. Then wonders why a Canadian gossip blogger is referencing Mister T on a Beatle post, then shrugs amiably as well as posthumously, realizing that nobody who lived through the 80′s escaped unchanged by them. (BusyBeeBlogger)

Justin Timberlake DID NOT GO THERE! And you can’t make him go, you with your tawdry, nicotine-stained fashionistas. GOD! (CelebDirtyLaundry)

Cougar Sausage! Someone needs to tell Janice Dickinson that turkey skin and gristle in a tube sock is not an attractive look. (CelebritySmack)

Jet Skis fail to take a victim. This time. Hey, that gives me an idea for a horror series. GET ME ELI ROTH! (CelebVIPLounge)

LeAnn Rimes Fatty Fat Fat Fatso Fatty Fatpants. There, if that doesn’t get me trashed on Jezebel, nothing ever will. (CityRag)

Blake Lively is apparently spotted like a hyena under all those clothes, or at least that’s what her publicist is being paid to say. Do you think she ever looks back at her humanities degree and wonders where she went wrong? (DailyStab)

Courtney Love, aristocrat. Stiffing servants like she was born to it: Thatta girl! At this rate one of them will poison you shortly. (EarSucker)

It’s Bimbo vs Bimbo in the Seaside Smackdown of the Season. In related news, Jon Derek wants her number. (FitFabCeleb)

The Womb Broom Room: sixteen celebrities sporting mustaches. And not ONE is an Italian woman (well, we’re not sure about Efron)! (GirlsTalkinSmack)

Sue Sylvester lays the smackdown on that uppity Wasilla Hillbilly. In related news, Jane Lynch for president! (HaveUHeard)

Justin Bieber is so totally perving to this topless massage picture in private. That’s an auto-timed Twitpic if ever I saw one; young man, you go to your room and LEAVE THE STARLET BEHIND! (HollywoodHiccups)

RPattz and KStew’s wedding video! ZOMG CAN YOU BELIEVE BREAKING DAWN IS COMING??? ZOMG can you believe how much longer we have to pretend to be excited about this shit? Someone stop that woman before she writes another! (INeedMyFix)

Jennifer Love Hewitt’s latest drama: this outfit. Is that an oversized, beaded beige Iroquois jumpsuit? (MathewGuiver)

Britney Spears: too special for the unassisted human ear. Like the gods of ancient Greece, she requires the services of a special interpreter in order to make herself appreciated by mere mortals. (PoorBritney)

Oh, US TOO, PARIS! (PopBytes)

Squeeeeeeee! Peter Brady is single! Cougars, start your engines! (Swoonworthy)

This is as close to amputee porn as Reese Witherspoon is ever going to get, so enjoy? Also, she looks like she’s ready to claw your faceoff, so bonus Catfight Points. (TheSkinny)

Avril Lavigne doesn’t give an F about Americans. But she gave one TO Americans. Oh, those kooky Quebecois! (TheSkinnyChic)