Been running that Blind bit fer ages (practically). So long, in fact, I'm sure by the time this buxom babe reveals herself—as all "dirty"-deed types usually do, in the end—she'll be onto a new sex scene, fer sure! And, no, you nasty-ass, lesbian-baiting Donald Trump, our big ta-ta'd type is most certainly not Rosie O'Donnell, so you'll have no further femme-fodder fer your Irish nemesis from yours truly.
Oh, by the by, for all you gaga goss types who are fretting right about now on just who this naughty gal could be, no, it's not Jessica Biel, not evah! And gotta warn ya: Our mystery gal ain't no comparison to her filthy-butt (albeit terribly talented, in many ways) boyfriend, who lives to use his woman like a toilet. Gross! On to the next item, pronto, please!
The White House refused comment. Repeatedly. Meaning, I called over. A lot. Most-heard excuse by moi was that everybody had "stepped out," so claimed "Sarah" from "Mrs. Bush's press office," as she identified herself.
I declare. Sarah, as well as the folks over at Mr. Bush's media corral, really do need to come to Hollywood for a quick course in how to best bulls--t during calls from journalists. "I can't reach Mrs. Bush right now," or even a simple, "I'll pass along your message," would have sufficed beautifully. Instead, Laura Bush's silence to my inquiries (yes, the First Lady is entitled to privacy, but hell, if she's checked out of 1600 Pennsylvania due to the leader of the free world's imbibing, that's news) combined with her spokesperson's nervous Nellie uttering, I smell somethin' bad.
Additionally, my trusty and, like, totally connected Desk DeeCee reports further 80-proof suspicions from Potomacville, regarding whether or not the Prez (who once abstained from alcohol) is drinking again:
Desk D.C. is one of those who hang and socialize at the White House. Desk Dee says fellow hangers and members there report that when they gab with G.W.B., "There is definite slurrage...not just the regular word mangling, eliding and grammar screwups when he speaks off the cuff, but real slurring in speeches and interviews."
Could any of this above crap have anything to do with why Bush keeps making hideous state decision after another, and I'm not just talkin' Iraq?
Remember how I told you last week that Britney's been hard at work, dancing her butt off, to prep for her upcoming House of Blues tour? Well, the part of the story about those crazy rehearsal outfits panned out. Paps have snapped her in some pretty wacky getups since we ran that item.
But now with red-hot word that B.S. has fired Larry Rudolph and rehired publicist Leslie Sloane Zelnick as her mouthpiece, I wanted to get the scoop straight from her rep. So, I shot Leslie an email asking if Brit is indeed gearing up for her comeback tour during her myriad moments at the Millennium Dance Complex.
"She is in the studio recording for her album," was the curt reply. (Leslie obviously wasn't raised in the gracious-ass South!)
Okay, that's all well and good, but what about the rumored tour, where B.S. is supposed to preview some new tracks? And what really happened with her and Larry? Those were the burning Q's on my brain—yours too, I'm sure.
Well, guess what? Nobody’s officially gabbin’, including the supposedly deposed career director, Rudolph, who’s been with B.S. since she had far more pimples than paramours.
Howevah, just for you fab Awful-ites, got some additional scoopage: A source veddy, veddy close to the whole sad sitch tells moi that even though Ms. Es may have, indeed, fired Rudolph, she was not, by law, permitted to do so. In other legalese words, a Spears camper superduper close to the dicey showdown tells me Rudolph considers himself still legally bound to Spears, not just morally (he’s wanted Spears to get sober, for, like eons, now).And as far as the goss goes regarding Britney working on a new album, this same source who has intimate knowledge of all things Brit, snapped, “What album?”
Hmmm. Ms. Spears, what’s goin’ on here? You partying or preparing to be a pro again, what gives?