I’m sure there was a perfectly logical reason for Poison to perform entertain be on stage at the Tony awards last night, but I could live a hundred years and never guess what that might have been. They sang a number they call “Don’t Need Nothing” and then (*wink*) they add “But A Good Time” in parenthethes. After that the stage dropped on Brett Michael’s head, a number the audience called, “The Most Awesome Thing We’ve Ever Seen Here”.
For a while there it seemed like Kelly Carlson was all set to be a huge star, but then something happened and that never kicked in. It certainly wasn’t that she isn’t hot enough, as you can see here as she filmed scenes for Nip/Tuck in Malibu over the weekend. How is Teri Hatcher a huge star but Kellys hot ass is a co-star on basic cable? I notice a lot of the kissing scenes for Desperate Housewives are in the kitchen. I assume that’s so her partner can lean over the sink when he starts to get sick.
As you whatever the opposite of “admire” is these photos, keep in mind that Britney somehow made it through this. When she was walking around with her tits out on the set of Gimmie More, as seen in these pictures that just leaked this weekend, she was a complete and total mess, yet today she seems to be do doing great. It’s sort of amazing. These pictures are so awful and unsexy you’re gonna feel like Cameron Diaz was in them, but she’s not. I looked several times. It just gives you that kind of feeling.
Presumably the number one rule when it comes to choosing an opening act for your concert would be to never chose someone better than you. Whether Ciara can sing or not is irrelevant because this is what she wearing to open for Britney in London this week. Brit needs to kill this quick before people figure out she’s not so great. She should get a ventriloquist to open, or one of those people who paint themselves with glitter paint and stand like a statue. Britney will seem like a roller coaster on X after 45 minutes of that.
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After dancing around the obvious yesterday, it’s finally be stated officially by police in Thailand that David Carradine might have died as the result of auto-erotic asphyxiation. Radar reports…
“There was a rope tied around his neck and another rope tied to his genitals, and the two ropes were tied together and they hung in the closet,” Lieutenant General Worapong Siewpreecha said, the Times Online reported. “Under these circumstances we cannot be sure that he committed suicide.”
TMZ adds that Carradines family thinks foul play was involved.
Chuck Binder, Carradine’s manager, tells us he firmly believes Carradine did not take his own life — nor does he think David died accidentally. Binder says the family has been told Carradine’s hands were immobilized by the rope.
Well, I mean, c’mon. He wasn’t murdered. It was whores. And I’m not gonna lie to you. I’ve seen better ideas. If you’re trusting that the 15-year-old prostitute you picked up in a foreign land can undue your life threatening knots while her tiny hands are covered in astroglide and semen, it’s possible you didn’t really think this plan all the way through.
With her days in rehab a distant memory at this point, Lindsay Lohan stumbled out of a club in London early this morning, thankfully helped to her car to escape the paparazzi. Unfortunately for her she had to get out at some point, and I don’t mean to alarm our friends in England, but I think toward the end of these pictures she’s turning into the Hulk.
God only knows why Gwyneth Paltrows legs we’re so shiny last night on the Tonight Show, but hopefully it’s because someone sold her some motor oil for $50,000. See, right here, Ms. Paltrow, it will improve your viscosity up to 20 percent. Paltrow has no idea what motor oil is so she’d recognized just enough of what she was hearing to think it was a big deal.