Well maybe she should take MORE diet pills. [The Superficial]

Yup. That means someone’s TOTALLY pregnant then. [Cele|bitchy]

10 celebrities that should take the hint and RETIRE. [Bossip]

I’m pretty sure this just means that you’re fucking disgusting more than anything, really. [TMZ]

Mariah Carey cleared in child abuse investigation. [Socialite Life]

Lady Gaga screws up her own performance. [The Blemish]

Pippa Middleton gets hotter and hotter. [Celebuzz]

Bruce Willis: STILL totally hot. [Caught on Set]

What Bono has to do with Spiderman. [LA Times]

Paris Hilton has a wrecked pink Bentley. [Popbytes]

What star loves her unicorn piano? [OMGBlog]

So, uh, where’s the rest of your clothes, Rihanna? [INFDaily]

The BEST DAMN HARRY POTTER MASHUP EVER. [Huff Po]

RIP Jeff Conaway, otherwise affectionately known as ‘Kenickie.’

Conaway was admitted to the hospital earlier in the month for what was speculated to be a drug overdose. Conaway’s manager later came forward and claimed that it was NOT a drug overdose that put Conaway in the hospital, but some routine maintenance to continue the preservation of his heath. Until today, the public was led to believe that Conaway would make a full recovery, but unfortunately, those speaking for Jeff were wrong.

Conaway suffered through decades-long battles with substance abuse and addiction and had been in rehab several times. In the early days of the month, Conaway had fallen into a coma and was put on life support. Earlier this morning, he was taken off all machines and he died shortly thereafter.

God bless Jeff, and condolences to his loved ones.

Just in case the word ‘crazy’ isn’t enough of a descriptor of what being in a relationship with Marilyn Manson is like, let these photos be indicative as to how nuts (or desperate to prove something to your mom) you have to be as a person romantically involved with the Manse.

A very blurry and, um, pointy Evan Rachel Wood is depicted in the NSFW photo gallery after the jump, and just as we were talking about how catatonic Lindsay Lohan’s ghostly dead nips are, Evan Rachel Wood’s are the opposite and are very … well, quite active.

Anyway, ALL nipples aside, can you just imagine the arguments between these two former lovebirds: ‘I’m artsy-noir.’ ‘NO BITCH, I’M artsy-noir.’ ‘Alright, well MY fake blood concoction is better than YOUR fake blood concoction.’ ‘SPAWN OF FUCK, I’ll SLICE you open from GROIN to GULLET with the medieval demon-slaying dagger that I’ve had surgically implanted in the shaft of my penis.’

Or, you know. Something.

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So even on house arrest, Lindsay Lohan is the topic of many a male fantasy: so much so, that an art photographer by the name of Richard Phillips decided to use Lindsay as the subject of a a short film for the Gagosian Gallery in Beverly Hills, and you’re gonna love this shit. It’s a short film that’s just chock-full of cheesy reject-from-a-cheap-spa music and lip-biting, eye-widening stares by she-of-the-duck-lips-and-receding-hairline – the MOTHERFUCKING LEGEND – Lindsay Lohan herself.

And if that doesn’t get your goat and just sate your appetite for Lindsay, well then just jump on in for a very NSFW photo of girlfriend’s uber-pale frankennipple. Something’s just not right there. And I think it goes by the name of ‘carcinoma’ or something.

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Oh Amy Winehouse. I so wish you’d just get your shit together, girl, so you could go on making beautiful music with your talents and time and not keep wasting it on crack, douchey ex-husbands, dirty syringes, and generally looking like ass.

Yesterday, girlfriend here was witnessed heading into a hair salon in the UK, where she entered their bathroom and barfed in their toilet, apologizing as she left. A few minutes later, she hit up a liquor store and purchased a mini-bottle of Smirnoff vodka, which she downed at the register on her way out.

Then? She did a crazy, crazy thing: took her ass to rehab. Like, in that very same moment.

I guess it makes sense. (Except for the yakking in a public toilet thing – I’d just go for broke and waste in the street if I was gonna do it up big time.) I mean, I quit smoking a year ago for good, but prior to that, I’d tried several times. Each time, I’d psyche myself up and smoke, like, four packs the night before I was set to quit. I figured if I was going out, I’d go huge and I’d make myself sick going it. So … I guess that’s what Amy was working out in her head, too.

Hope this time’s the charm for you, girl!

The latest victim in a string of ‘who’s your daddy’-related humor pertaining to the contents of January Jones’s uterus is husband of supermodel Claudia Schiffer, Matthew Vaughn. E! Online broke the story, which I’ve so graciously copied and pasted here, but don’t bother trying the link – E! pulled the story off their site earlier this morning.

Acording to multiple knowledgeable X-Men sources, Vaughn and Schiffer “abruptly” left town at roughly the same time Jones made her surprise baby announcement in April, even though the couple was tentatively scheduled to stay on through May.

[Additionally, Matthew was a no-show at the premiere of his own movie] in New York yesterday— but January [and] other cast members [were there].

His rep [claims] Matthew could not attend the New York screening because of a “severe” case of tonsillitis. Miraculously, though, Mr. Vaughn still seemed quite the chatty Cathy for X-Men interviews on the same day. His health seemed to be in tip-top shape.  Multiple sources from the set insist Jones and Vaughn were “very close” throughout shooting.

I don’t think the story had been live on the site for fifteen minutes when Matt’s camp made a statement vehemently denying that he’d ever been involved with Jones.  That statement, added as an update to the original E! story is gone now, too.  Fishy.

Anyway, on to more important speculation: I don’t know what’s more surprising – the fact that this guy’s got such a crack legal team that gets shit pulled from major network websites within hours, or the fact that a guy would cheat on his wife with a chick that looks almost EXACTLY LIKE HIS WIFE, just … less talented. I mean, at least invite her to the party so that whole ‘twin’ fantasy can be recognized, you know? Jeez.