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And despite reports that Lynwood is the same place Michelle Rodriguez stayed—for less than a day due to overcrowding—Michelle said it ain’t so. Oh, and there’s some good and bad news for Paris regarding celeb life behind bars.
The not so hot scoop: She may not get sprung superearly due to overcrowding, like Mich was.
The semisweet scoop: Life at Lynwood with nonfelons is apparently a friggin’ cakewalk compared to Twin Towers.
“Twin Towers is…yiiikes,” the notoriously tough gal explained, grimacing at the thought of Paris ever having to shed her hair extensions there. “It’s different...hard-core!”
I dunno. I also suspected M.R.'s eyes were nevertheless getting excited a tad by such a girly-cum-grisly thought (like half the world seems to be experiencing these days).
Equally hot 'n’ hard-core, as it were, are this week’s reader rants. Don’t you folks ever stop bitching? Wait, that’s sort of like saying I want to stop listening to your every whine and whipping—perish the thought!
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Do you seriously believe George Clooney thinks Brad is “hobbled with children” and a “horrible, ugly wife”? No way!
Dear Say It Ain't So:
Maybe not in those exact words, but Endblabs don’t lie, doll-cup.
Dear Mojo Misfire:
No, and nice try, but our boy Tooth is actually quite doable.
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About Britney Spears’ supposed tell-all book: Do you really think Mr. J.T. is responsible for her downfall? Does he really seem like the kind of person to call his girl fat and a cheat? I agree he's cocky, but he seems like the kinda guy who’ll stay faithful.
Dear Britney's Book Club:
Yeah, and Janet’s S&M blouse came undone all by itself.
So, because Kathy Hilton is your buddy, you put her parenting skills on a higher level than, say, Dina Lohan’s? Neither one cares that their progeny are addicted or promiscuous as long as their faces appear on People. Love you, Teddy, but you are dead wrong here.
Dear Mean Mama:
It’s all relative. Who says Mama Hilton can’t care about her babies’ faces gracing the covers of magazines and worry about them dying of alcohol poisoning or getting gang-gonzoed in jail?
Don't you get tired of hearing that the reason these stars get messed up is because of the "enormous pressure" they are under? Please, we are all under pressure! I run a trading business with 60 traders in the commodity pits in Chicago as well as raise five young boys.
Excuse me, I don’t have time to answer your whiny letter. I have an even whinier puss who needs feeding after I clean his filthy litter box, not to mention that damn dingleberry stuck to his butt.
In response to your latest Endblab on Gerard Butler, I trust your source is reliable. Just recently, Gerry remarked that getting the Taurus award can get him laid, and it makes me wonder: Is he trying too hard to portray that he's a player? Not that it matters much, but your reply would definitely brighten up our already sunny land!
Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia
Dear Asian Persuasion:
Oh please, Gerry-poo’s not trying any harder than Clooney & Co., for ince. Not buying this one.
Come on, you are being too evasive about Brangelina. Are you afraid of their lawyers? Everything is a photo op or a sticky-sweet sound bite. No way can they be on that level. They are making me puke. Wait until all those kids grow up to be teens—will we hear a different story? Am I wrong? Tell me I am, and I will shut up.
Where have you been when I’ve screamed Angie’s going to dump Brad’s behind and make that boy bawl more than Gwyneth ever caused him to?
I can't take this column anymore. It is not your fault that today's celebrities are no-talents and simply taking up space due to their parents' social standing. I am so sick of Paris and Nicole, I just refuse to read about them anymore. Top that off with having to decode everything said about them. I love ya, but I must take a hiatus.
Dear Verbal Vamper:
You try reporting on these jokers for a decade and see what the hell it does to your vocabulary, Missy Southern Snit-Puss. Get back to me then, will ya?
Dear Beachy Babe:
Uh, like, totally off, hon. So sorry. But let’s see, you’re correct in the domestic department, I’ll say that much.
Damn you, you get hotter every time I see a new pic of you! Is it that virgin blood Harrison Ford claims he drinks that keeps you both looking yummy?
Dear Fountain of Tooth:
Oh, sweetie, thanks, but I’m not nearly as up front as Harry is regarding the bodily fluids that keep me flowin’.
Don't Linds and Mama Lohan know anything about Hollywood history? Street drug and alcohol use at age 20 never, ever ends well.
Dear Doomin' Dame:
Hey, Drew Barrymore came out okay, so let’s hope the best for L. & Co., ‘kay?
Brood-Zilla Clump-Butt must be Rachael Ray! I can't possibly believe that spaz is anywhere near as nice as she acts. Plus, she is getting a bit rounder as of late, doncha think?
Iowa City, Iowa
Dear Midwest Woeful:
Gosh, you calorie-counting chicks are harsh! Nope, ain’t Rachael, it’s Jo Frost, supersnot of prime time—off camera, ‘course.