Remember how we were talking about how The Office might manage to work Angela Kinsey’s pregnancy into the show?

They won’t be, it turns out.

They’ll be hiding her behind copiers and other such office equipment.

Greg Daniels, the show’s head writer, suggests that “it’s going to be a good drinking game to see how many times” Kinsey appears with her midsection hidden.

Get on that one, kids!

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Hey guys, look, it’s Nick Lachey and Vanessa Minnillo! Leaving an uneventful dinner! In a car! Sober!

But this is a fun picture because Vanessa looks like she’s crying and Nick’s giving the camera a look like “Yeah, I just put that ho in her place.”

In actuality, if you look at all of the photos, it’s clear that V just has something in her eye and they caught Nick at a bad angle, but, still.

This is how gossip is born.

Here’s Ashley Tisdale at the AJ McLean (yes, the former Backstreet Boy) show in Anaheim.

What the hell was she doing there?

And here’s what I find the funniest: there are 101 photos of AJ McLean from this event. Literally. There is one photograph of Ashley Tisdale. This is the sole photo of Ashley from this event. Yet, how does the photo agency advertise this particular set of photos? With the single photo of Ashley Tisdale, of course. “Look! We have a photo of Ashley Tisdale! Check this out! Oh, and here’s another hundred photos of AJ McLean.”

Heh.

For what it’s worth, I like AJ. I think he’s a good guy and I wish him all the best.

Apparently she's keeping a close eye on her man. Frankly, I would, too, after that shit he pulled with Chilli.

I guess Tameka Foster was acting like a raging bitch toward Keri Hilson, the hottie who played Usher’s love interest in the video shoot for his latest single, “Love in This Club.”

“Tameka is very insecure,” our source said. “Even in rehearsals she was weird and clearly not happy that Keri is so gorgeous. Tameka threw a lot of attitude. The day of the shoot, Tameka dressed Keri very badly – she looked like an extra. Tameka wouldn’t let Keri have her hairdresser there – she had to use the hairdresser who was doing the extras.”

Okay, look, I read all of this, and I suppose there’s plenty to say, but all I can think of is this: My Lord, I hate that song. When it comes on the radio, I can’t change the station fast enough. The lyrics just bother me. Like, they’re clearly in a dance club. A hot, sweaty, dirty dance club where people have been dropping their glasses and running around shoeless and possibly peeing on the floor, Paris Hilton-style, and you wanna have sex with someone there? Like, where, dude? On the actual dance floor? Behind the bar? In the bathroom, perhaps? I mean, I’ve definitely been dancing with a dude at a club and thought to myself, “Yes, I’d like to have sex with this guy, after we get home, in a nice clean bed with freshly laundered sheets.” But in the actual club. Ew, ew, ew. I hate that song. I’m afraid I’m going to get a staph infection just by listening.

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