I mean, one minute R. 'n' R. are reportedly all hot 'n' heavy with each other—even though their flacks won't comment.
Next thing I'm told from deep inside Camp R. 'n' R. is that Bobby and his producer wife, Elizabeth Avellan, are trying to give it another whatever. This, despite the fact that the two professional breeders have decided to separate.
Now, the scuttlebutt from those close to both Robert and Rose is that the two R's have become engaged. Oh, please! Watching these three mush-kateers finagle their amour affections (affectations?) is better than the movies Rodriguez is putting out these days.
(And that's saying something, says the goss columnist with an M16 where his mouth should be.)
Hey, you three loco amigos! What the eff's up? 'Cause we know your reps never bother with reality...Do tell.
Just thought I'd tell you all that the Victoria's Secret vixen wouldn't answer any Q's about those pesky pregnancy rumors, though her figure looked flawless and fabber than ever, in a billowing Roberto Cavalli beach cover-up
G., who wasn't imbibing, also wouldn't gab at all about that hunky honey of hers, Tom Brady. And even though I'd personally love to hear the mattress deets on these two pro-babes, I bet Tom's ex Bridget Moynahan is glad G-hon isn't gushing about how happy she is with her new deltoid toy.
Oh, and speaking of sweaty 'n' swooning, Michelle Rodriguez was at the Vogue do with a new femme friend by her side. Mich, in a white, Sharon Stone, Basic Instinct-esque frock, traded her ankle bracelet accessory for Vogue sunglasses, which she said made her feel "bitchy in a good way"—whatever that means. Eh, this gorgeous hellraiser never did make the most sense, right?
M-babe's new gal-pal was a "petite brunette" and "never left Michelle's side," according to ogling onlookers.
The bitchin' honeys were spotted later that same evening at SET holding hands. Guess Kristanna Loken's got some girly competition for the title of Michelle's BFF? Would seem so.