Jared Leto- so handsome, such a great singer, such a talented actor, so humble, and SUCH a gentleman!
I had the dubious pleasure of spending an afternoon at Leto’s Hollywood Hills home a while back—he even put the moves on me—and Popdust has the sorry, sorry tale.
It was a barbecue/pool party, populated with mostly young teenage girls, and rather strangely, young teenage boys.
Sure there was the occasional twenty something sprinkled in, but other than that it just as easily could have been a McKinley high school kegger.
Jared held court, of course, entertaining his guests in a tour de force of celebrity narcissism.
As he manned the vegan hot dogs, he launched into a Tom Cruise impression, morphing his features into an uncanny clone.
"You complete me."
"Oh! Jared," the orgasmic—high pitched— shrieks poured fourth. "You're so AMAZING!"
Next he moved on to his impression of a horny red neck, plucking one of the few twenty somethings from the crowd, tossing her over his knee and grabbing handfuls of her boobs and butt while she squealed and giggled.
"Girly, you best milk them cows if you want supper," he said (no word of a lie), mock chewing on tobaccy.
Then a strange trance fell over his disciples, and they crumpled to their knees in rapid succession and bowed toward their messiah.
Okay, that last bit didn't really happen.
But this did.
Hankering for a vegan dog, I approached Jared as he handled his wieners.
As I started my request, he interjected, "You got that whole MILF thing going on." (I was 26)
"How'd ya like to screaming eagle my friend and me? He's 17. You see him? He's in the pool."
"Yeah. We stand on either side of you while you blow us both. Like this."
Then he acted it out- holding his fists at either side of his face and rotating his head, mouth agape, and made a screaming sound.
I called my friend to pick me up.
Gee, I sure hope he wins that Oscar.
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The Scottish trio emerged in the 1980s as some of the most notable pioneers of dream pop, a subgenre of alternative rock defined by airy, sublime sonic textures. But it was their sixth album, Heaven or Las Vegas—which turns 30 today—that truly withstood the test of time, affirming the Cocteau Twins' status as perhaps the most important dream pop act of all time.
Now that Banksy's "Flower Thrower" trademark has been revoked, anyone can profit off his work.
This week anonymous street artist Banksy officially lost the European trademark to his "Flower Thrower" mural.
The guerrilla graffiti artist had engaged in a prolonged legal battle with the small greeting card company Full Colour Black—which was selling products featuring the image of a Palestinian man throwing a bouquet of flowers. But now a panel at the European Union Intellectual Property Office has announced their decision to revoke the artist's trademark on the grounds that he could not definitively prove himself to be the mural's creator.