Two things: A drunk driver killed Di, not the paparazzi, and this latest rehab embarking Lindsay's up to ain't gonna cut a cricket's worth o' crapola unless Lohan starts taking responsibility for her actions. You know, sort of how Paris didn't do with the law recently (when she blamed her law-breaking habits on her poor publicist)?
We're behind ya, L.L., know that, please. But also be aware that if you continue to get your butt-licking campers to start campaigns like the above, fuhgedda-friggin'-boudit.
Mischa was at a Memorial Day party cohosted by Nicole Richie, and rags 'n' blogs alike are buzzin' that M.B. partied too hard with too many substances. Either that, or maybe she fainted from not eating? After all, according to an invite In Touch Weekly published, from Nic herself, no fatties were allowed at this fete:
"My fellow Americans it's that time of year, to celebrate our country by drinking massive amounts of beer. Let's stand together as one, live the American dream. Take shots, pass out, & wake up with our pants ripped open at the seems [sic]. Let's glorify this day in your sluttiest tops and your tightest pair of tsubi jeans. Even though we have no f--king clue what Memorial Day really means!!...There will be a scale at the front door. No girls over 100 pounds allowed in. Start starving yourself now. See you all then!!!"
Now, Nic's rep claims she's just joking around with her anorexic amblings. But honestly, if you're a pin-thin starlet with weight issues, should you really be joshin' about starving yourself? That'd be a big fat no. Are stars taking stupid pills these days, or something? I don't think I've seen such idiotic behavior back-to-back from T-town terrors in ages.
The most brainless babe of all has got to be Linds, though. Par-tick with this latest paparazzi-dogs-ate-my-Mercedes merde.
Some sinful celebs doin' the Las Vegas thang Memorial Day weekend. I Now Pronounce You Chuck and Larry costars Adam Sandler and Kevin James, watchin' the whole one minute, 53 second UFC fight between Jackson and Liddell at the MGM Grand Garden Arena. More sedate, less violent, in the same city was...
Of course, J.T. once announced to Rolling Stone he wasn't a huge fan of getting oneself off—i.e., masturbation. So not true!
Justin told a mutual pal that the RS statement had been "taken the wrong way," but that he does, indeed, still feel he'd rather have "great sex with someone than do the job [himself]."However...Justin-poo also revealed to our mutual amigo that he hasn't exactly been hooking up overtime lately (quelle friggin' surprise—are you online, Cameron?), and that he does take care of things, as it were, fairly regularly.
Good to know, and I'm sure we'll all sleep better tonight (not just Justin), knowing such all-American pastimes as spanking one's privates are enjoyed by every strata of superstar status.
After all, this column can consistently be counted on for giving good headlines, and such.