Salty/stale pig restaurateur Keith McNally is at it again… embarking on another crusade against snobbery.
Unfortunately for the tearful Baron Balthazar, he returned to the kitchen faster than an off-menu chicken tartare.
In a furious late-night rant on Instagram, McPiggy attacked Amazon WAG Lauren Sanchez out of the blue, writing: “Anyone else find Jeff Bezos’ new wife?” [sic] – Lauren Sanchez – ABSOLUTELY REVOLVERANT?
“What an ugly, fucking stuck-up couple they make,” he continued, frothing. ‘Is this what it means to have $1,000 billion? [sic] does it to people?’
I’ll tell you what’s disgusting. This clam seller’s obsession with Mrs. Casi Bezos.
Salty/stale pig restaurateur Keith McNally is at it again… embarking on another crusade against snobbery.
Unfortunately for the tearful Baron Balthazar, he returned to the kitchen faster than an off-menu chicken tartare.
Maybe rosacea has driven him crazy with jealousy. Maybe he’s a lonely leprechaun looking for his four-leaf clover (divorced since 2018). But McNally’s sordid spots have now fallen lower than his manly nipples.
She’s posted photo after sumptuous photo of Lauren’s sexy blow-up doll lips, overflowing water balloons, and curvy hips.
No doubt McNasty wishes he had a lady as prepared and buxom as his catch of the day.
But a man, who strikes me as the extruded byproduct of a blasphemous union of a sloth and Gru, should probably put the insults to a simmer.
After all, this wrinkled social climber has made a fortune running New York City’s most elite restaurants catering to the rich and famous, from Anna Wintour to Leonardo DiCaprio. But Lauren and Jeff aren’t good enough for him?
Sure, future Bezos flaunt their extensive assets, as well as their wealth.
Jeff’s $500 million yacht features a strikingly familiar curvaceous goddess as its figurehead. Sanchez once said that her diamond engagement stone was so large that he almost fainted at the sight of it, which explains her state of perpetually pursing her lips (inhaling air to stay conscious of her). And yes, her sparse displays at White House revelries are curiously unpresidential.
It’s also true that everyone applauded Mr. Fancy Eatery when he banned burly clown James Corden from his restaurants after the British import reportedly launched an omelette attack on an underpaid waiter. Although Cantankerous Corden later apologized, he got what he deserved.
But what did poor Lozza do apart from suffocating social networks with her impossible figure?
Yes, his few displays at White House shindigs are curiously unpresidential. But what did poor Lozza do apart from suffocating social media with her impossible figure?
His silicone grace in the face of this unnecessary step (simply urging fans to ‘lead with kindness’) kept it classy. And now the yolks on McNally’s pumpkin face.
Seemingly embarrassed, he returned to Insta on Tuesday night and posted a promo for his upcoming memoir. The title is “I regret almost everything.”
“I wrote the first line in an asylum in Massachusetts in August 2018,” he said. “And the last row on Thompson Street in New York last night.”
Boo-hoo-bad mouth, you can shove your book-plug-cum-excuse me where Listerine can’t reach.
The seemingly hypocritical rants of this mean bistro braggart have become too stale.
sydney pigs
Speaking of bitter critics. Hollywood fossil Carol Baum tried to ditch It Girl this week.
The producer of ‘Buffy the Vampire Slayer’ criticized busty ingénue Sydney Sweeny, saying she “isn’t pretty and doesn’t know how to act,” which has never stopped the likes of Sarah Jessica Parker, Amy Schumer or Baum’s protégé Kristy Swanson. .
I know Baum has been around since before Olivier started acting, but leave the attacks on women to the frat houses, baby!
Trump’s bazookas in the courts
Joe Biden’s supporters believe they finally have Trump right where they want him: off the campaign trail, in a Manhattan courtroom and dozing at the defense table.
Oh, how wrong they are! What’s more relatable than a sleep-deprived man falling asleep in public?
This corrupt case, masterminded by woke District Attorney Alvin Bragg, would not have been brought against anyone not named Donald John Trump. Our billionaire former president seems more like an average Joe than an Amtrak citizen.
The elegant Don is not worried. He knows his optics. That’s why he’s also covering up with something that never goes out of style: pretty girls.
Meet Trump’s secret court bazookas, the Trumpettes.
There’s the leggy blonde and former cable news host Natalie Harp, who credits Trump with Christ-like political powers for signing a law that helped her receive an experimental cancer treatment after traditional chemotherapy failed her. … twice.
She’s just one sexy arrow in Trump’s crowded quiver. Joining her is an equally impressive counterpart, communications goddess (and Melania lookalike), Margo Martin.
I bet one or two potential jurors might think, ‘If he hangs around girls like that, he can’t be that bad!’
Then came the chef’s kiss. As soon as the court session ended on Tuesday, the high priest of political deception headed to the warehouse where, in 2022, employee José Alba fought off a violent robber and fatally stabbed his attacker.
Bragg accused Alba of murder and threw him in jail, before a public outcry forced the district attorney to drop the charges.
Meet Trump’s secret court bazookas, the Trumpettes. I bet one or two potential jurors might look at communications goddess (and Melania, who look alike) Margo Martin and think, ‘If he hangs around girls like that, he can’t be that bad!’
Tumbleweed!
Coachella is now the Nickelback of festivals.
The desert rave, once a mecca for music fans, has become a parade of ridiculously filtered and privileged Gen Z influencers who couldn’t tell Daft Punk from Doja Cat.
Last weekend, Blur frontman Damon Albarn spoke for us all when he raged at all the TikTok addicts staring at their own iPhone reflections.
‘You’ll never see us again, so you better sing it!’ she threatened the distracted crowd as her band played their iconic hit ‘Girls & Boys’ (which I would punch my dead grandmother to see live).
Santa Barbara Snobbery
Mr. Spare, always the man of the people, was at a charity polo match in Florida on Friday previewing his new Netflix show.
Yes, you heard right, Prince Harry is entering the world of professional polo, the sport that 98.8% of Americans are not actively interested in.
Are those streaming giant executives still high on Coachella mushrooms? Who wants to see people playing croquet on horses?
What’s more, isn’t this “sport of kings” a bit of a Santa Barbara snob, everything H&M deigns to hate?
Perhaps Me-First Megs was too busy to notice when she launched the first product from her new brand, American Riveria Orchard.
It’s jam!! So exciting that Trump woke up.
Mr. Spare, always the man of the people, was at a charity polo match in Florida on Friday previewing his new Netflix show.
Pass Go… raises $1 billion
The queen of Australian cinema Margot Robbie has found a good way to exploit the hobbies of her beloved children.
She’s now co-producing a movie based on Monopoly, presumably in hopes of striking it rich again like she did with her billion-dollar Barbie windfall.
He really has a monocle for marketable film properties! Maybe he can team up with Prince Harry for a My Little Pony and polo collaboration?
Sperm for sale
What if you are not a man but still want to be a mother and cannot afford the traditional sperm donation and IVF route?
A new book – reported exclusively by the Mail – reveals that many have turned to the dark imitation market to meet their baby maker.
Women looking to procreate on a limited budget are often forced to roll the dice on seedy motels and public bathrooms, hoping that these Mr Right Creeps will provide them with a better future.
My God! Modern romance is a real nightmare!