It’s hard to say why Alyssa Milano went to a Mets game last week with one retainer and zero bra’s. It’s a troubling image, the kind you normally only see on Dateline. Girls with racks like that aren’t supposed to be wearing retainers. She might as well be licking a giant lollipop with her hair in pigtails. Especially weird since she’s a Mets fan. I’m a Saints fan, so I don’t know much about how to get a team to win, but I’m not sure how tricking them into masturbating helps.



Kevin Federline recently bought a $300,000 watch without telling wife Britney Spears first. Which actually might not be that bad because that’s the exact amount he was paid to record an album and tour in Japan. Which actually does make it that bad, because he finally received a pay check for once and immediately pissed it away, so now it’s back to Britney to pay for everything. But don’t stop hating Kevin now, there’s more, because according to MSNBC:

“Spears suspects that K-Fed is responsible for some of the leaks to the tabloids about the couple’s private lives. ‘Britney knows Kevin tells his friends information, knowing they will leak it to tabloids,’ a source (says). She has taken to not telling her hubby certain things – including that she was going to announce her pregnancy on David Letterman – for fear the info would be leaked to his buddies. ‘They sell stories for money. She is sick of him using her for them to profit.’ “

Suddenly Britney has gone from annoying to just pathetic. Her inbred husband is using her in front of the entire world and she’s just gonna stare, confused and powerless, like a retarded kid watching dogs have sex.



Source = MSNBC


Lindsay Lohan is reportedly looking to buy a home in London after falling for a mystery man who lives there. The Sun UK guesses that her new love interest might be Harry Judd of the Brit boy band McFly, whom she met while filming ‘Just My Luck’ and is apparently still interested in. Lohan told Interview magazine:

“I want to get a place in London. I kind of like a boy in London.”

I have no idea what McFly is, and the name Harry Judd just makes me giggle, but way back in March of 2005 there was a rumor that Lindsay fucked a guy in a bathroom in a bar in New Orleans. And that guy was allegedly Judd. I’m obviously charming and romantic, but I just think that’s tacky. In the alley behind a dumpster is so much more secluded. It’s like a little vacation!



Source = the Sun

Michelle Rodriguez was released from a Los Angeles County jail after serving four hours and 20 minutes of a 60 day sentence for violating her probation.

Rodriguez was on probation after a long line of driving related offenses, including driving 90 mph in a 35 mph zone, 83 mph in a 50 mph zone and 80 mph in a 50 mph zone. In 2003, she was charged with hit-and-run and failure to exchange insurance information, plus driving with a suspended (New Jersey) license and driving without a valid California license. Later that year, she was pulled over for speeding through a Hollywood Boulevard intersection. She was charged with driving under the influence, driving with a suspended license and driving without a valid license. Most recently she was arrested in Hawaii for driving with a 0.145 blood alcohol content, twice the legal limit, and being verbally abusive to the arresting officer.

The night of her release, Rodriguez partied at the Tropicana Bar at the Roosevelt Hotel, and on Monday night was at the Hollywood club Shag. A friend of Michelle

TMZ has video today of John Mayer adding to the list of people goofing on spoiled fat-ass Brandon Davis. In this short clip taken outside of the club Hyde in Los Angeles, Mayer wonders how hard it might be to design a wig that could drench him in sweat while walking down the street and berating another celebrity. Just like Brandon Davis. Except, in this case, Mayer would yell at George Takei. For some reason. Mayer says:

” … walk down the street, talking shit about George Takeai, sweating out of the top of your wig … that would be a good bit actually, if I got some writers together and we figured out a way to walk down the street, I hook up a wig, so I’m sweating profusely, walking down the street taking shit about George Takeai.”

I guess when you’ve never worked a day in your life, walking down the street is exhausting and it leaves you covered in sweat, but it’s like Davis is not even from earth. It’s like he just arrived from some ice planet and can’t adjust to the temperature. You could burry someone alive in a casket filled with scorpions and they wouldn’t sweat half as much as he does when standing perfectly still. But of course, I’m a natural beauty who was state champion in sit-ups, so maybe I just can’t relate.



Source = TMZ.

When you’re in a pretend sexual relationship with Jessica Simpson like I am, you see her like this all the time. Like she just woke up, with no make up and her hair a mess. And even here she’s pretty. Pretty like a rainbow. A rainbow with thick lips and a kick ass rack.



Ben Affleck spent his Memorial Day in the emergency room of a Boston hospital being treated for a headache. Affleck’s wife, Jennifer Garner, drove him to the hospital at around 2:30 p.m., and Affleck was released about two hours later after receiving treatment in the E.R. Affleck’s spokesman said:

“Ben Affleck was treated for a migraine at Mt. Auburn Hospital in Cambridge, Mass., today. He was released this afternoon, and is recuperating at home.”

Holy Christ. What a little drama queen. Good thing he didn’t have split ends or a bad dream, they would have had to wheel him in on a gurney. I don

Last week, the New York Post ran a story about the potential box office disaster that is ‘the Break Up’, starring Jennifer Ansiton and Vince Vaughn. Page Six said,

“Tracking surveys indicate potential audiences aren’t overly enthusiastic about ‘The Break-Up,’ … Aniston is probably one or two steps away from competing with Helen Hunt for HBO roles.”

And now the first reviews are in from the Hollywood trade papers, and they’re gonna do anything but help. The Hollywood Reporter says:

“Audiences expecting a good time will instead be rewarded with wildly unsympathetic lead characters and uncomfortably long stretches without a laugh in sight.”

And the Variety review is even worse, opening with:

“Misleadingly marketed as a boisterous comedy, ‘The Break-Up’ may be the first ‘last-date movie’ — the one you see with someone that you’re about to dump. Sporadic rays of sunshine emanate from the broad and gifted supporting cast, but the core story is almost relentlessly unpleasant, like sitting through a dinner party where the host couple does nothing but bicker.”

Yikes. This doesn’t look good for Jennifer Aniston. Vaughn will come through this fine because he’s great but Jenn might finally be screwed. I think I might get her a kitten. So she can have something to cuddle with and take naps with and forget about her failed career. Then later she finds out I gave her a kitten with mange. Did I mention that Jennifer Aniston can kiss my ass?



Source = New York Post, the Hollywood Reporter, and Variety.