The fog lifts, the dead arrive, and Peckerwood throws a party only the afterlife could survive. By 10:45 the fog machines had unionized and refused to work without hazard pay. Candles hissed in protest. The chandeliers flickered like a dying Broadway star refusing to leave the stage. Outside, the wind howled through the magnolias like an ex-lover with opinions. Inside, The Midnight Manor opened its doors to the annual Peckerwood Halloween gala—a social experiment that asked: what happens when the dead are better dressed than the living? The valet was losing his mind. The first car that pulled up was a hearse. Bela Lugosi stepped out wearing Tom Ford and an expression that said he was above this, though he absolutely wasn’t. He swept through the foyer like a man expecting applause. Moments later, a red Tesla arrived and disgorged a congressman who insisted he’d been invited by “someone in communications.” Everyone silently agreed this was a cosmic clerical error. He spent most of the ni...

And Prince's birthday! Friday, Prince, and donuts - what more do you want? Wait, never mind - don't answer that. Image Source: Google

Welcome to the latest edition of "Thirsty Or Not Thirsty!" First up, we have sixty-year-old Brad Pitt - the movie star New Orleans loves to hate - and his adoring girlfriend, Ines De Ramon, who's a whopping 30 years his junior. But honestly, who's counting when you're an aging, juiced-on-Viagra star and a much younger "jewelry professional" (cough) who's also actor Paul Wesley's divorced, smash-and-trash leftover slop? A girl's gotta keep that money train going, and if this means riding a limp, cum-sputtering meat noodle (she cries "Timber!" whenever he whips it out) so be it.  The moisture-seeking couple were recently spotted on a "special date night" at a Beverly Hills art exhibit. Gossip sites called this a "rare sighting!" of the duo (who of course have them all on speed dial). Yet they weren't the only thirsty star whores at the gathering. There was also Jon Voight - shocker! - and, no, they didn't c...

Breaking news! Justin Timberlake (pictured above during his "I'ma Kewl Gangsta" phase) is a mangy, soft-nutting cock sneeze who stomps on women to get what he wants, then lies about them in public - then later tries to say, "Aw, but it's all in the past, yo. We cool now," as if he'd merely friendzoned the women in question, as if his mean girl fuckery was acceptable both then and now. "Oh my dong, you don't say!" you say, because this is brand new information. I keed, I keed. We've all known Timberlake to be a punk-ass cheeseball for some time, only now, like a screeching Karen who finally gets called out after complaining about a Black girl using the sidewalk (to walk!), Justin seems to be getting ripped a new one on the daily these days. And, gosh, I don't think even his K-K-Karen Gurl Kornrows are going to help. Sad emoticon.  I should first note that I've never been particularly interested in Britney, the spiller of all the ...

Excuse me, but I need you all to take a moment here and give this honorary Hor of the Manor, Miss Lili Hayes, some damn respect. She's the legend you've never heard of, and whatever room you're staying in here, it's hers now, so get packing. A personality this big needs some room! Happy Friday, Peckerlings! Oh, and i f the video below doesn't work for you, you can watch it  here .