Sep 06, 2009 at 12:00 pm by Kelly

A few months ago, Sasha posted this video of Gaga performing at a concert in which a tiny, remnant penis appears to peek out from under her skirt at about the 1:00 mark. Rumors began to spread faster than Gaga’s legs at an afterparty that the singer is actually a hermaphrodite. One gossip site even quoted Gaga as saying, “I’m sexy, I’m hot. i have both a poon and a peener. big f*cking deal.”

But it turns out that the Lady’s vagina is highly offended by those rumors. During an interview on an Australian radio morning show, the host asked Gaga about the recent rumors concerning her below-the-belt multitool. Gaga responded, “My beautiful vagina is very offended. I’m not offended—my vagina is offended.”

Her manager has also called the rumors “ridiculous.”

Penis or no penis: Does it really matter? The longer rumors like this circulate, the longer she’ll stay in the public spotlight. Perhaps they only serve to contribute to the outlandish persona she’s trying to cultivate? So, are rumors like this hurtful? Or helpful? Or just pointless?

Honestly, I don’t really know why anyone feels like discussing someone else’s genitalia, unless they have a vested personal interest (i.e. they’re about to go in their mouth.)

Sep 06, 2009 at 11:33 am by Kelly

Fox arrives at The Late Show in late June 2009

“God, I really wish I could go loose on this one. He’s like Napoleon and he wants to create this insane, infamous mad-man reputation. He wants to be like Hitler on his sets, and he is. So he’s a nightmare to work for but when you get him away from set, and he’s not in director mode, I kind of really enjoy his personality because he’s so awkward, so hopelessly awkward. He has no social skills at all.”

- Loquacious sputum bag Megan Fox waxes poetic about Transformers director Michael Bay.

Sep 06, 2009 at 10:07 am by Kelly

Michael Jackson – Ghosts

The single, white, bedazzled glove that Michael Jackson wore to a screening of the short film Ghosts (above) and during his marriage ceremony to Debbie Rowe in 1996 sold for A$57,600 or ($49,000 USD) at an auction yesterday in Australia– nearly twice what auctioneers expected. (You can see a picture of it here.)

But you’ll be happy to know that the glove was not purchased by some obsessed individual with sickening amounts of money to throw at dead celebrities’ personal effects. It was purchased by a corporation with sickening amounts of money to throw at dead celebrities’ personal effects– The Hard Rock Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas.

If only the rest of us could fetch $49,000 for an unmatched glove covered with bedazzler rhinestones, I would be holding a yard sale every weekend.

Sep 05, 2009 at 12:27 pm by Kelly

Her body looks pretty good for a 51 year old. But I fully expect to end up in a sausage casing in some shady bodega– or be disposed of in some other equally violent type of mob hit– for posting this. Something about her frightens me.

Stone butched it up in Sardinia this weekend while vacationing with family– scratching her ass, smoking a fatty, and… shoving a water hose in her mouth. That’s not a euphemism for anything– she inexplicably shoved the nozzle of a water hose in her mouth while rinsing off.

I’ll let the pictures speak for themselves:

Sharon Stone

Sharon Stone

Sharon Stone

Sharon Stone on Vacation in Sardinia

More in the gallery.

Sep 05, 2009 at 11:45 am by Kelly

I’ve heard the name Tokio Hotel mentioned a few times, so when I heard they had a new music video, I thought I’d check it out. Three and a half minutes (and a lot of androgynous eyeliner later) I’m  feeling a little sick to my stomach thinking about the budget required to make this piece of trash.

Is this awful? Cuz this looks awful to me. Like, This is Spinal Tap awful– with robots making out  in a giant, post-apocalyptic slinky dump instead of dwarfs dancing around tiny Stonehenge.

But then, I’m not exactly in the loop, as the kids say.

Sep 05, 2009 at 11:14 am by Kelly

Leann Rimes

Old billy goat Rimes eschewed her usual lunch of chewin’ on other people’s husbands old tin cans  and headed out for a bite to eat at Santa Monica cafe Kreation yesterday with three puddin-bellied jabrones labeled by the paps as “friends.”

Those same three “friends” hung out with Dean Sheremet five days earlier in Dean’s new NYC stomping grounds. (I’m taking bets as to how long it will be before we see pics of Dean enjoying himself at Fire Island.)

I wonder which one of them will get to keep the “friends” in the divorce? (Dean finally filed the papers earlier this week. )