Tom Cruise and The Church of Scientology have been named in a $250 million federal lawsuit by an ex-Scientologist, Rush & Molloy report. Using the RICO statute, okay I don’t know what that means. A guy named Rico painted my house. Is that the same thing? I’m confused.
Ex-Scientologist Peter Letterese, a longtime critic of the church, filed suit in Southern District Court in Florida on July 15 alleging, among other things, that members of the church harassed him after he left. In court papers provided to The News by investigator Paul Barresi, Letterese claims a member of the church phoned his lawyer at home, and when the lawyer’s wife answered, said he was her husband’s homosexual lover…Letterese calls the church a “crime syndicate” and wants it broken up under the Racketeer Influenced and Corrupt Organization law, just as the feds have broken up Mafia families. He singles out Cruise, who’s made no secret of his religion, saying that Scientology head David Miscavage is “aided and abetted by the actions of Tom Cruise, his right-hand man for foreign and domestic promotion, as well as for foreign and domestic lobbying. He has assisted the syndicate in acquiring funds and [made] his own donations of money believed to be in the multiple tens of millions of dollars.” Of Letterese’s beefs is that the church allegedly uses a business book, “Effective Sales Closing Techniques,” as part of its teachings. He says this violates his intellectual property rights, since he bought the rights to the book from the widow of author Leslie Dane.”
I hate Tom Cruise and Scientology, so let’s hope by this time next year, Peter Letterese is guarding his mountain of money with a trident and an armored dragon. Most people don’t realize this, but dragons looks scarier when they are covered in armor.
I dare you to look gayer than Tom Cruise does here. I dare you:
Here are more pictures of Kendra Wilkinson at that golf thing a couple days ago. Specifically, more pictures of her ass hanging out. I realize she’s a wigger, but white girls with big asses can really do no wrong. Kendra Wilkinson could pour a can of gasoline on a puppy, and I would still compliment her on avoiding known price gougers.
While Britney was in Mexico celebrating not having her kids anymore, sources have revealed that she was also there to spend time with her bodyguard and new boyfriend, Lee, a former Israeli soldier. The Sun reports:
Lee has been spending his days off by her side and has even started sleeping under the same roof at her Los Angeles home. A source said: “Britney and Lee hit it off immediately. He is her perfect type. She loves guys who work out and he is in great shape from his days serving in the Israeli Army. He also has a few tattoos, which she loves. They’ve spent so much time together that one thing led to another and their relationship became physical. They are in Mexico together. They’ve been having a great time – Lee’s put a smile on her face.”
This makes the fourth person that has worked for Britney who has ended up dating her, so this guy probably had to like his chances. Especially since Britney is a retard. She’ll believe anything. He probably got into her pants by telling her he was Abraham Lincoln or Brad Pitt. When Britney Spears finally loses everything she has, and she will, don’t be too quick to rule out “magic beans.”
Rihanna looks like a visitor from outer space sent to study us in preparation for the inevitable attack and colonization, so it’s really no surprise that she looks even weirder without a bra. Her areolas look like they’re infected. Ha, it must be nitrogen to oxygen ration in our earth’s atmosphere! Oh yes, Rihanna….Oh, yes…* taps index fingers together and spins around in chair * Your weakness…it has been found. Muhahahaha!!
Let’s go ahead and get this out of the way – Bar Refaeli’s body is fucking perfect. I don’t know what your Marxist college professors have taught you, but extensive studies have shown that people who regularly masturbate to Bar Refaeli are better able to form interpersonal relationships with others, get that big promotion, and live an average of 4.6 years longer than people who masturbate to any other woman on earth. I have to admit, it was big lifestyle change, but now I’m living the life I only used to dream about! Thanks, Bar!
This isn’t Verne Troyer at the Ryan Sheckler X Games Celebrity Skins Classic. This is a shorter, whiter Tiger Woods. Tiger is a T-1000 constructed of mimetic poly-alloy. He touched Verne Troyer before this tournament and then proceeded to shame everyone else who played. Afterward, he tried to hit on a group of Swedish bikini models. When that didn’t work out, he turned back into Tiger Woods and spent the evening flossing his teeth with blonde hair and G-strings.
While taking time off from whatever the hell he does during the day, Kevin Federline attended Ryan Sheckler’s X Games Celebrity Skins Classic in L.A. yesterday where he was asked a simple question. Do I want to punch him? Yes, yes I do. People reports:
Asked how he is doing these days, the single dad told PEOPLE: “Been having a good summer, I can’t complain.”
It would be hard to complain when you get $20,000 a month for not pulling out of Britney Spears twice. However, it is quite easy to complain when you find out that, Tatiana, the Russian mail order bride you bought, has TMJ. Honestly, Tatiana, I just don’t know what you bring to this relationship.
Shia LaBeouf flipped his truck on a city street because he was drunk, but he lives in L.A., so the police gave him a massage and a pedicure at the scene, but exactly how drunk was he? Um, very. Page Six says:
Moments before he got in a crash Saturday night that ended with him being charged with DUI, “Transformers” star Shia LaBeouf was “pounding shots and acting really crazy” at LA bar Troubadour, spies said. “He was pounding drinks and shots while listening to the band Lemon Sun before he took off,” said one….LaBeouf apparently picked up his partying ways from his father. He tells this month’s Details he used to drink and smoke with his dad, a former heroin junkie who now lives in LaBeouf’s garage. “We would drink together and smoke together, and it’s just a bad deal. It’s not something that is conducive to being a role model…And I don’t know how to do it like a gentleman. I don’t know how to have one drink.”
You know, if he’s expecting me to feel bad when he becomes the Grim Reaper in a Ford F-150 when he drinks because daddy didn’t hug him enough, I’ll just go ahead and apologize in advance. Sorry, asshole. I’m sorry I have to drive a tank or become a mortally wounded police officer who returns to the streets as a super-human cyborg just so I can make it to Target without getting killed by your dumb ass.