These pics are a couple days old (from January 31), but for some reason I just found them.

Here’s Puss ‘N’ Boots and SamRo landing at LAX.

Love Lindser’s boots and love her purse.

Just love her in general.

Oh, at last, at last!

We can be done with the boring Hugh Hefner and the sycophantic Holly and the rapidly aging Bridget and just FOCUS ON KENDRA AND HOW STUPID SHE IS.

FINALLY.

It’s confirmed that E! will be giving Kendra Wilkinson her own reality show. The show will focus on Kendra fending for herself in this world (doing laundry! paying bills! BREASTS!) and planning her ill-fated marriage to Hank Baskett.

I hope she brings her grill!

Hey, you know that dude who’s selling the phone number 201-867-5309? And thought he might get around $50K for it?

Bids are now passing $350K.

“It’s a little more than ’80s fanatics,” said the seller, a 27-year-old DJ. “It’s a lot of mid-size or larger corporations looking to get more brand awareness.”

So, ya know, as your ass is pounding the pavement right now begging for any job at all, some DJ in New Jersey is probably going to make himself half a million dollars for owning the phone number from a Tommy Tutone song.

Feels good, doesn’t it?

Oh noes!

Even though his gazillion sponsors don’t seem to care that Michael “Size Fourteen” Phelps admitted to taking giant bong rips at a party in South Carolina this fall, the South Carolina authorities may not let him get off that easy.

South Carolina authorities in the county where Michael Phelps was spotted smoking from a marijuana pipe say they are considering a criminal charge against the Olympic superstar.

Lt. Chris Cowan said Tuesday that Richland County sheriff’s investigators are gathering more information about the photo, which showed the swimmer inhaling from a marijuana pipe.

Cowan did not specify what charge was being considered and declined to discuss details of the investigation.

Hey, Phelpsy?

You know who’ll let you get off easy?

Me.

In bed.

And that is all I have to say about this matter.

Thanks Lacy!

Taylor Swift and Miley Cyrus are slated to sing Swift’s Fifteen at this weekend’s Grammys.  Taylor told Ryan Secrest, “We were trying to figure out different things that would be cool. We all kind of agreed, ‘Wouldn’t it be cool if Miley was up there too and we’re singing together?’ And we’re excited about it.”

Miley admitted that when she was young, you know, fifteen, she thought she knew everything.  Now that she is experiencing all the wisdom that comes with sixteen, she has just taken to offending entire cultures. Way to grow, Miley!

The Jonas Brothers are also performing Sunday night.  This could be a perfect storm for drama. I love it!

Erykah Badu welcomed her third child into the world yesterday.  Her daughter joins Erykah’s other two, also fathered by rappers children, Puma and Seven.  Badu and the new baby’s daddy, rapper Jay Electronica, Twittered (Tweeted?) along the way with updates such as, “Morning, I’m in labor,” “Everybody stand back.  No hospitals.  No doctors.  No medicine.  We’re waiting for the midwife to show,” and “Feb. 1 2009 my first child, my daughter born at 130 PM exactly. It’s the happiest day of my life.”

Now, Twitter wasn’t around when my kids were born.  If it had been, this would have been a typical series of Twat Tweets based on my experience:  “Felt twinge in back, must be in labor.  Want general anaesthesia NOW,” “Changed mind.  Don’t want kids after all,” “Drove railroad spike through my hand.  Hurt less than transition,” “I thought all babies were supposed to be beautiful?” and “Let me get this straight.  I just pushed a human out of my vagina and all I get for dinner is a shrink-wrapped egg salad sandwich?”

I’ve always questioned the mental health of Erykah Badu.  Maybe it’s her hair.  Maybe it’s because she even thought of Twittering while having a baby or maybe it’s because she didn’t want any drugs.  I suspect my concern for her may now be based on the name she chose for the newest addition to her brood:  Twitty Milk.  Yes, I’m serious.  Like “Titty Milk” but with a “w” in there.