Oh holy crap finally. Finally, finally, Paula Abduls dumb ass is off “American Idol”, saying on her twitter page 11 hours ago:
With sadness in my heart, I’ve decided not to return to Idol. I’ll miss nurturing all the new talent, but most of all I’ll miss being a part of a show that I helped from day 1 become an international phenomenon.
There is so much wrong with the second half of that statement I don’t even know where to begin. At best she was useless. More often she was a drunken menace, and usually it wasn’t even clear if she was talking to the right person because her “advice” rarely had any relevance to anything that had happened on stage. Listening to her is like reading a transcript from some other language done by someone who only barely speaks English. And they had to do it in a hurry. And someone had just whacked them in the head.
Jessica Simpson got lit Saturday night at Katsuya in LA, and even had to be helped to the car by her sister Ashlee. She’s back to being super super hot now, but might have been drinking because Tony Romo broke up with her two weeks ago. She should be proud of him. I think it was really courageous of him to come out of the closet like that. He’s a gay quarterback, and that’s cool with me, but it’s pretty much daring the entire NFL to try and take his head off.
(5 more here. hq jump here. source = flynet online)
The Quentin Tarantino / Brad Pitt WWII movie “Inglourious Basterds” had it’s Berlin premiere yesterday, and that’s not just an unfortunate picture of Pitt at the after-party up top. OK! says he and beer were there until around 2am. Your liver turns black if you drink too much. Maybe if he keeps going Angelina will adopt it.
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Lady Gaga had a concert in Hamburg Germany last night, and according to the picture source she was “very drunk” and “wearing a dress which looks like lingerie.” Probably because it is lingerie. It confirms what many of us already knew. Rock and roll is the front door to drinking and sex!
(hq jump here. source = flynet)
I don’t know what the hell the VIP Lounge in St. Tropez is, but I doubt Avril Lavigne does either because she was drunk off her ass there last night.
The bad news for her husband (not pictured) is that a bunch of dudes were pouring drinks down her throat all night. The good news is they were probably no threat, because this guy holds his cigarettes like a woman. He also looks completely darling when he holds his glass of chardonnay. Also, he drinks chardonnay. The other guy might have hit that because he still pulls his underwear up so you can see the extra fancy label, and if Avril was gonna sleep with someone, I feel like it would be a guy like that. More likely though she went home and got it on with those other girls. Rawr! What a sexy, although oddly bright, club this is.
(hq jump here. source = fame)
