Britney and K-Fed and Bobby Fischer in sex tape shocker!

Britney en route to a chess tourney, no doubt.Now, we’re informed media consumers here at the ol’ raincoaster blog. We like to think we can sniff out a planted story faster than a police dog can sniff out a suitcase full of Elmos. And the British press is to bullshit reports what Iraq is to oil imperialists; an irresistable and inexhaustable well.

But that doesn’t mean we’re not going to cover their stories. Oh no, perish the thought. Because then we’d have to do without this brazilliant piece of bullshit from, one would hazard a guess, the UK publicist of Fed-Ex (maybe the separation agreement means he gets to keep half of the publicists?). The image of a spent and sweat-sheened Britney and K-Fed taking a break from mind-boggling, 10 on the Richter Scale sex only to play a round or two of chess is just too precious and ridonkulous to pass up.

Britney, unless I’m mistaken it’s your move.

London, Nov 12: Pop singer Britney Spears’ estranged hubby Kevin Federline has reportedly threatened to go public with the couples[sic] honeymoon sex tapes if she fails to make a hefty payout to him and hand custody of their two sons.

Po po wha???Britney fears the raunchy footage will destroy her wholesome image [also sic, BIG sic, as Ed the Sock said, “I know strippers who can’t move like that!”] unless she caves in to his demands for a £16million payoff and custody of their children Sean Preston, one, and Jayden James, eight weeks…

“At the time the two of them were in the honeymoon stages of the relationship and couldn’t keep their hands off each other. They did nothing all day but have sex—and play the odd game of chess.

I’m killing myself here. Someone alert Bobby Fischer.

po po OW! K-Fed-Ex text message transcript

po po yowza! Who wears the pants in this family and who wears the manpris?My good friend engtech has passed along the transcript of the Britney-K-Fed-Ex dumping text message exchange. This top-secret document was no doubt leaked by the very hacker who cracked Paris Hilton‘s sidekick. What would we do without celebrity-obsessed hackers? We’d have to write our own bloody blog content, that’s what, and nobody wants to see that happen.

Here’s a slice of the transcript, available at drivl.com, which has the makings of my new spiritual home, via engtech.

Britney: hey kev, y’all remember when i was hot?

Kevin: po po yeah, i wuz like dayum bitches i hit the jackpot!

Britney: well i just crapped out federline junior #2, and i worked, like, super hard to lose all that weight and y’all haven’t said nothin. i even did a couple of, whatya call ’em, where you sit up a buncha times…anyway, i cut down to eating only three bags of cheetos a day, and that was hard!

Kevin: po po cheetos are off the hook fo sho…

hi K-Fed, u b Fed-Ex now lol

This is simply charming. Perez Hilton, Canuckistan‘s favorite Cuban, has posted this footage of K-Fed on MuchMusic the day before Britney filed the big D on his sorry wigger ass. He spent the entire day with a camera crew clamped to his leg like a shackle, filming some reality show nobody’s ever heard of, this episode of which has just increased in value by a factor of twenty.

If I and the entire magnitude of Canada, gay America, and Gawker Media (some overlap here, admittedly) are not mistaken, the text message he receives over dinner contains the tender “Dear K-Fed, bye y’all” message the world has so long waited for. Watch and judge for yourself.

Couldn’t happen to a nicer guy.

Freedom, 2006

Liberated in the name of the people from Gawker, and just in time for the election.

site o’ the day: the call of plush Cthulhu, at the laundrybasket of madness

surrender yourself to the crawling chaos, or at least hand over the acorn, dammit

From time to time we here at the ol’ raincoaster blog like to get out for a stroll around strange and eldritch parts (no dirty jokes, Metro!) and see what we can discover. We have just returned from such a journey, one that has left us strangely shaken, ill at ease, suspecting that behind the homely reality that we have come to know as “the world” lie unutterable gulfs of madness, spiralling into the great abyss for eons beyond time…

So we thought we’d show you this. Prepare yourselves, mortals!

The Tale of Plush Cthulhu

“How odd it looks!” said Miss Kitty Fluffington. “Very non-Euclidian.”

“Yes,” said Brown Snuggly Bear, “but thank goodness it isn’t squamous.”

“Or gibbous,” said Mister Bright Eyes.

“It seems to be covering something,” said Miss Kitty Fluffington. “Let’s see!”

Events proceed predictably…

Yes, plush Cthulhu! The stars were right again and a band of innocent stuffed animals had released Him into the world by accident.

“Uh, oh,” said Baby Boy Fluffy Bunny.

Another soul-chilling tale of terror from the posthumous hand and cruelly unhinged mind of the master of horror.

Great Cthulhu meets the Keeper of the Pet Door