With temperatures in New York City well below freezing, Britney Spears left her boys at the hotel where the small family has been staying since the kickoff of New York’s Fashion Week two weeks ago to hit up Club One Little West Twelve in a white busboy jacket and a bikini on Sunday night. Read the rest of this entry »
Comedian Andy Dick was escorted off the set of Jimmy Kimmel Live after his wandering hand made one to many uninvited trips to the body of fellow guest Ivanka Trump.
Nothing gets my morning started off better than some good old fashioned blind items, courtesy of Page Six:
• WHICH desperate housewife (not from the show) who lives with her well-born, wealthy husband in New Jersey just bought an apartment off Fifth Avenue? She uses the pad for rendezvous with her lover of three years, a married exec with a financial services giant.
• WHICH Tinseltown sex siren with a humanitarian streak has resumed her old habit of dabbling with heroin? She paid a recent visit to an old rock star friend and joined him in narcotic stupor.
• WHICH married-with-children network anchorman is in trouble again with his wife? Someone tattled, and she learned he misbehaved with a comely co-worker at the office Christmas party.
Wanna play? Send us your nominees and get in on the game.
Dear Lohan Appendix:
How are you? When I heard that you were the cause of Lindsay’s latest “me time” in the hospital, I immediately jumped to conclusions that you must have been very, very bad. Toxic, even. I mean, I’ve had my own appendix removed and let me tell you, you little suckers may be completely useless but when you’re ready to make some noise OY VEY you can cause a world of pain.
Well, when I started hearing rumors that Freaky Friday was just using you to throw off the media I was pretty pissed. Exhaustion is one thing, an asthma attack another but come on - why take it out on you, her trusty appendix? THAT is NOT COOL.
I totally decided to never call her “firecrotch” (that is so 2006) but after seeing her photographed out on the town Sunday night I’m starting to think better of it. Maybe I’ll even coin a new nickname for her. “La Liar,” perhaps, or maybe “Fakey McFibs Alot.” If she had you removed on Tuesday, girlfriend would not be prancing about with The Cobrasnake, DJ Steve Aoki and Foxy Brown on Sunday night. But there are pictures to prove it, and well, sometimes you have to know when to admit defeat.
At any rate, I hope you got to enjoy a little time off for good behavior. If the other rumors are true at least you earned yourself a small respite from the vodka she was said to have been guzzling out of water bottles just last week.
Keep on keepin’ on, appendix. Maybe you should get Leslie Sloane Zelnick to represent you as well.
Couple months back, word filtered out that Screech Powers (yeah, we know his name is supposedly Dustin Diamond, but come on - who doesn’t think of him as Screech?) did a little acting with several young ladies and it was now available for purchase on DVD. Deviants throughout the land living in their parents basements rejoiced at the thought of seeing Screech do what we all know Zack and Kelly used to do behind The Max.
Only now it appears it may not be Screech in the film. Or at least the important part of Screech for this kind of film.
The New York Daily News is reporting that agent David Hans Schmidt, who somehow convinced some company called Red Light District Video to produce this bit of movie mastery, claims there is doubt as to whether or not the key element of the film actually belongs to Screech.
“I have reason to believe that is not Dustin’s [manhood] in the movie,” says the agent.
Yikes. Screech’s girlfriend, one Jennifer Misner, begs to differ and claims that the goods are genuinely, 100% pure Screech.
There is no word on who the stunt double may have been but we feel confident in these two words: Mister Belding.
