Oh, you heard it all last week, I'm sure. That little boy-fracas (reported by, among others, the exquisitely coiffed Kristin Veitch) that supposedly went down between humpy Isaiah Washington and even humpier Patrick Dempsey on the Grey's Anatomy set here in Hell-Ay. Something about Mr. W.—who plays scalpel stud and perfecto impregnator on the hospital show—getting all hot 'n' bothered by Pat-doll's attempts to calm Isaiah's chastising of folks who were late for filming. Silly, really.
Or not: Get a load of what sources from the Hollywood-based medical soap tell me.
First, though, let's recap. It's been established by K.V., as well as the Daily News, that a to-do went down among Washington, Dempsey and another costar who plays a darling little shy thing. Washington and Dempsey quarreled, it's been reported, and Mr. Shy was involved because of something naughty Washington said about him. And then a fight supposedly broke out between Dempsey and Washington, even though reps for the actors denied this fact, simply saying in the process that "differences" were aired and that now everybody had happily "moved on." Oh, really?
'Cause what my newly installed Desk Doctor tells me is that when Dempsey tried to calm Isaiah, who was being impatient with other castmembers, Washington spewed—of the verbal variety, not the saliva kind.
The grotesque utterings were so beyond, I rang up Isaiah's reppers right away. I left word.
Ring! Ring! Next thing I knew, my damn lawyer was on the phone. Yeah, mine! Turns out he partners with Isaiah's attorney (irony, thy name is H-town hell-raising). So, my $500-an-hour dude told me Isaiah's $500-an-hour dude said to be sure I got the story right, like I'm actually gonna eff around with such heinous words, but what-ev. I just said to my attorney, "All I want is the truth, so what is it?"
I was told I'd be hearing it in seconds.
I did. "Not true," barked official reppers for both Washington and the show's corporate chief, Touchstone Television. However, these reps weren't at the scene of the supposed (verbal) crime. My source was.
So, I dug further and rang up Mr. Shy's representatives, who are at this very moment checking with their client to see if he cares to make a statement.
Oh, and of course, while this column was being put to bed, the National Enquirer made mention of Isaiah's rumored potty mouth, too. Makes total sense, as the potty's where I keep my NE, don't you? More later, stay tuned, my smelly babycakes.
Oh, heavens. I mean, really. You think the above baddies know how to have a ruckus? They're friggin' amateurs compared to the chica I'm getting ready to gab about.
Has Tori Spelling really fallen on tough times as she claims? I doubt it. Nonetheless, the onetime superrich (and now disinherited, as she contends) gal probably surprised a few fashionistas when she announced "I'm wearing Kohl's" at a recent fashion event held at the Santa Monica Pier. Gosh, is newly preggers Tore-hon pinchin' pennies with her own wardrobe so she can keep up with the Spears-Federlines and afford a crib from Petit Trésor for her new tyke?
Nah, no worries: Said threads were actually completely cute and being worn at the Kohl's Transformation Nation Fall Fashion Show. Tori's Kohl's Diane Von Furstenberg-inspired wrap dress was a hit with some pretty crusty style cops.
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