Three's a Crowd?

Did Rose McGowan get friendly with more than one director dude off-camera on the set of Grindhouse? And what’s the real reason behind Tori and Candy Spelling’s much gabbed about reunion? I’m hearing it was indeed over a boy, but not Tori’s new tyke, Liam, as most mushy peeps think...

Got some real-life desperate goings-on fer ya folks—plus, the fake kind! Let's do the (supposedly) truthful scuttlebutt first, shall we?

Superclose sources from deep inside the Grindhouse cast and crew say yet more scandalous goings-on occurred on that Robert Rodriguez and Quentin Tarantino gutsfest. Involving that one-legged bullet deliverer, Rose McGowan, natch.

Well, we've covered out the friggin' wazoo how Rose 'n' Robert got up to their own whatever—and now they're happily ever after (yeah, right), continuing their whatever, despite Bobby's entanglement of a separated wife and 10 billion kiddos.

I'm queer, and I'm here to tattle on the news that Grind gabbers insist is true—that, while all that hell-raising was being filmed (and not) down in Texas, Rose tired of Robert for a time. I'm also squealed to that R.M., as a result, started paying a little more attention to the other gore helmer, Quentin. This did not go over well—so I'm also told (do a lotta listening in this dirty job)—with Mr. R. And, to this day, tensions exist between the cut-'em-up colleagues. 

Now, reps for Rosey would not comment. Though, I did manage to ferret out at least one super-duper close amigo to Ms. Em, and he practically hyperventilated to moi that he's simply "never heard" of such a tale. 

Strange, as it hails from the same source who told me about Rose and Robert's hookup in the first place. 

Stay tawdry tuned.

And on camera, those daring dames on Desperate Housewives are gearing up for their very own grisly goings on. Spoiler Alert! Spoiler Alert!

Somebody someone was once married to is going to turn up not only very much not breathing anymore, this very Sunday—he's going to be found in a friggin' freezer! Who could it possibly be? Some boring-ass jerk Susan was once married to? A whip-lovin' mate of Bree's, perhaps? I just hope it's not that adorable Doug Savant, who plays Tom to Felicity Huffman's bitch-on-training-wheels Lynette.

Oh, and as long as we're covering bitchery on Wisteria Lane, guess who doesn't speak to whom on that set nowadays? 

Let's dish and reveal that one when we revisit next week to rehash who the dead spouse turned out to be. (And yes, I do know who it is. Clue: Think older.) 

Sorry to be such a tease, but my man, J.P., spanks me so much, it's made me a downright meanie-poo!

Back on the real-life patrol, isn't it just too sweet how Candy and Tori Spelling have air-kissed and made up? Every idiot worth his People subscription thinks it's because Tore-doll just couldn't deliver her baby without Mama C. by her disinherited side. 

Bulls--t.

The reunion took place because Candy broke up with Mark Nathanson, the hanger-on who was stealing Candy's affections away from her amigas and fam, in hopes of becoming the next Mr. Candy Spelling. Didn't work. 

And, Tore-hon, who never cared for this pushy walker (look who was complaining), was ecstatic, as a result.

Bring on Granny Candy!

Kelly Ripa, lookin' hot on holiday. The boob-tube babe was spotted at Four Seasons—where K.R. always reserves the same outrageously priced villa—in Nevis with her sex-ay spouse, Mark Consuelos, and their three tykes. The Jersey girl (just like my fab Cristina Gibson!) frolicked in the ocean with the fam in her teeny bikini and had "no body fat at all." My water witnesses swear she did actually eat at the outdoor cabana restaurant, for the caloric record. They also report that "Mark is the hottest guy ever," and the two were all kissy-wissy on the beach. Looking equally yummy was...

Colin Farrell, grabbing beefy grub in Dublin. The Irish bloke was spotted at Real Gourmet Burger "looking absolutely gorgeous—refreshed, happy and healthy," says a spy, who scoffed at the apparent scuttlebutt over in Ireland that the actor had relapsed into heavy drinking: "If that's the case, I couldn't tell." Cheers to Colin-babe for staying on the sobriety wagon. Thinkin' Colin's back on the sauce is almost as ridiculous as mistaking...

Mike Farrell's famous show for a sitcom, as one bartender did at Aura in Minneapolis. "Oh, you were on that sitcom, M*A*S*H!" he said to the actor, after figuring out who he was. After a pissy patron corrected him out loud, Mikey tapped the gal on the shoulder and gave her a wink. "He was very kind and looked great," reported Desk Duh. Bet he's almost as well preserved as...

Sharon Stone, robbin' the cradle. The foxy femme was spotted at the Four Seasons with a younger man driving a blue sports car. Shar had on a black long-sleeve shirt and jeans, but was "too skinny," according to my valet witness. "She was smirking at me as she walked toward me," the spy further fretted to yours truly. Don't worry, doll—she was probably just pissy 'cause you're younger.