So, Nadya Suleman (the Octo-Mom) is in financial trouble again and is under the gun to come up with $450k to avoid home foreclosure (again). In a week. Again.
Suleman, in an effort to capitalize even more on her children extenuating circumstances, hosted a yard sale this past weekend to raise money to avoid losing her home. At the sale, Suleman sold nursing bras, bikinis, children’s toys, and other items of a personal nature. Judging from the video, her yard sale had a pretty big turnout, but I’m assuming that a lot of the people showed up just to get a look at what budget plastic surgery looks like. I know I’d be there just for that reason.
Suleman claims that she’ll do whatever she needs to in order to avoid losing her home, including selling signed sonogram photos of her massive brood in utero. Gotta do what you gotta do, right? Perhaps she was a bit hasty on denying Vivid Entertainment the rights to her voluptuous vulva. That sure would have paid the bills, wouldn’t it have, Nadya? Having second thoughts now, are you?
Remember that weirdness back in the early years of the new decade where Ashlee Simpson had her original nose and Fallout Boy and Good Charlotte and Sum-41 were all pretty popular and so were those black and white Vans loafers?
Ah, the Pete Wentz heyday.
Anyway, the couple formerly (and independently, of course) known as ‘punk rawk cool’ was photographed with their adorable son, Bronx Mowgli (yep, there’s that, um, rawkness again), on a playdate at a Sherman Oaks, CA park.
A couple of observations on these photos — Bronx is gigantic. I mean, really. I feel like he was just born last week or whatever, and here he is with a big boy sippy cup and riding the swings. Craziness. Ashlee is looking good, though a little on the thin side, but Pete, man. Why does Pete look like he’s about to kill himself in almost all of these pictures? Cheer the fuck up, dude. I know that emo used to be cool and what not, but get in the now. Enjoy your family and what you’ve got. Now it’s big boy time, so how ’bout we see a big boy smile?
This is not the kind of stuff that I want to wake up early on a Monday morning to see — really.
Above, you see Fergie dressed like a fucking bloated old catfish of a step-auntie whose ankles swell at the first sign of a warm day and who has a voice like Fran Drescher.
Looking good, Fergie. I totally have no idea why your husband would want to hook up with strippers, you know, ever.
Lindsay Lohan has lucked out once again. Instead of straight up canceling the Linda Lovelace biopic Inferno, the producers of the film are talking about moving the shoot to Los Angeles to accommodate their star’s busy court schedule.
As we first reported, it’s going to cost the flick a chunk of change to move from their original location in Louisiana — but we’re told they are willing to spend the dough to keep Lindsay as the lead.
One source tells us, “We’re staying [in Los Angeles] — good for the movie, but also the best way to deal with travel restrictions or other hijinks.”
This information only tells me one thing: The script for Inferno must be so terrible that the only way they’ll ever be able to market this movie is if Lindsay Lohan is the half-naked star of it.
Kim Kardashian got the ol’ feely feely from a TSA employee this morning at LAX. You know, I’ve been through that same security gate maybe ten times in the last four years and I’ve never been checked. Should I take it personally? Do you think that maybe Kim’s went to the next stage of the screening process because of her former BFF-ness with Paris Hilton A.K.A. I Travel With Cocaine In My Vagina Lady?
Regardless, you know that TSA chick was on her celly in the bathroom to her best friend within five minutes of Kim leaving security all, “Yo, girl! I just ran my wand over Kim Kardashian’s ass and stuck my hands in her shirt. Girl, it was so wild.”
Last night’s Saturday Night Live season opener was exceptional from start to finish, but one thing throughout the night kept bugging me. Musical guest Katy Perry’s facial expressions during both of her performances and both of the sketches she co-starred in were so over-the-top that it was uncomfortable to watch. The fact that she can’t sing live doesn’t bother me a whole bunch. The fact that she relies on her sexuality so much isn’t a huge turn-off, either. It’s those damn faces! Last night was her Sesame Street appearance all over again, except this time on crack.
You know what I think it is? She doesn’t know that the expressions and movements she makes on a stage in a huge theater or on a backdrop as large as the VMA stage don’t translate to small television performances. It’s like someone acting for Broadway in a film. You don’t need to sell it for the cheap seats when there’s a camera three feet from your face.
Did you guys pick up on that, too? The show was really funny last night, but I don’t think I laughed as hard as I did when my roommate responded to Katy’s sexy wink at the end of her Teenage Dream performance (above) with, “UGGGGGGGGHHHH.”
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