by Stuart Heritage
As well as marrying, divorcing and remarrying his ex-wife Kim every other day like some kind of OCD wedding cake freak, Eminem mainly fills his spare time with writing and performing songs about how much he likes murdering his ex-wife Kim.
Or at least that’s what Eminem used to do – yesterday morning Eminem and Kim Mathers went to court to enter into a parental cooperation pact, effectively prohibiting both of them from trash-talking one another in public for the benefit of Hailie Jade, their 11-year-old daughter. As far as we can see, this parental cooperation pact means that Eminem can no longer perform songs about throwing Kim into the boot of his car and then stabbing her to death while screaming “BLEED, BITCH, BLEED!” before dumping her body in a lake, while Kim Mathers will no longer be able to quietly mutter about the way that Eminem used to cut his toenails in bed – so it pretty much evens out.
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by hecklerspray staff
Ah, Hollywood. My how you’ve changed…
Gone are the days of The Cosby Show, when Bill and Claire Huxtable taught their children of oddly various hues a valuable lesson in a 30-minute show whilst we reluctantly endured your attempts to increase our appreciation of jazz or education. Also gone are the days where rock stars kept their domestic squabbles swept under the rug where they belong, until the day when one of their messed-up kids writes a defacing tell-all book or made-for-TV movie to pay the bills until the next instalment of Celebrity Fit Club comes a-knocking at their door.
In these modern times of Hollywood, you can’t go a day without hearing about some celebrity trying to beat the living snot out of their spouse, or vice versa. Well, boys and girls, today’s tale of dysfunction, includes blood, violence, and fire – thanks to Velvet Revolver nee Stone Temple Pilots lead singer Scott Weiland and his blushing bride. Seriously, people. Keep the arson and such under wraps, because you’re taking up valuable press space that could be devoted to finding the autopsy results of Anna Nicole Smith’s colon.
Ah, Hollywood. My how you’ve changed…
Gone are the days of The Cosby Show, when Bill and Claire Huxtable taught their children of oddly various hues a valuable lesson in a 30-minute show whilst we reluctantly endured your attempts to increase our appreciation of jazz or education. Also gone are the days where rock stars kept their domestic squabbles swept under the rug where they belong, until the day when one of their messed-up kids writes a defacing tell-all book or made-for-TV movie to pay the bills until the next instalment of Celebrity Fit Club comes a-knocking at their door.
In these modern times of Hollywood, you can’t go a day without hearing about some celebrity trying to beat the living snot out of their spouse, or vice versa. Well, boys and girls, today’s tale of dysfunction, includes blood, violence, and fire - thanks to Velvet Revolver nee Stone Temple Pilots lead singer Scott Weiland and his blushing bride. Seriously, people. Keep the arson and such under wraps, because you’re taking up valuable press space that could be devoted to finding the autopsy results of Anna Nicole Smith’s colon.
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