Chris Hansen: What? No. No way, man, I was just coming in to use their telephone.
Hidden Camera Guy: We also happen to know you’ve been planning this rendezvous for awhile. Did you know your lady friend is 30? She’s 30 years old.
Chris Hansen: I swear, I thought she was at least 46.
In a twist of dramatic irony, Chris Hansen of “To Catch a Predator” has been caught cheating on his wife: he was taped, via hidden camera, entering Kristyn Caddell’s apartment with a bag of alcohol. He left with his luggage the following morning.
Sources speculate that Hansen has been seeing the Florida news reporter since March.
In this video—filmed by tabloid journalist Daphne Barak and posted to her website—Aaron Carter makes no mention of anybody offering him cocaine. In fact, he clarifies that he never witnessed Michael Jackson doing drugs.
Because visiting Ms. Barak’s cutting-edge website might kill your computer, I’ve embedded a meticulously subtitled version of Barak’s taped interview with Carter. (FYI: no part of Barak’s original video has been omitted, although on her website she does note that this is only the “first excerpt of an hours-long interview.”)
Carter describes the party he attended at Neverland Ranch in 2003, saying that Jackson cut loose and drank wine. He speaks favorably of Michael Jackson, although he concedes the man was weird. As for drug use? He maintains that Jackson was “fine.” But then Barak and Carter go on to invent several hypotheses about Michael Jackson, speculating that he may have secretly done coke in the bathroom, or that he’d built up enough of a pill-tolerance so as to always seem “fine,” or, or, or.
The video itself, by the way, is bizarre. By its end, Carter—who has been sitting next to a piano all along—is visibly eager to play Ms. Barak a song he wrote to Michael Jackson in “tribute.” Carter’s ballad is transparently lyrically loaded to imply the Love of Which We Oughtn’t Speak, and it is completely ridiculous. Also, the footage of Carter is intercut with photographs of Ms. Barak and Carter palling around.
Did Daphne Barak simply edit all the incriminating quotes out of her video before posting it? Does it even matter that Aaron Carter On Tape seemingly conflicts with Aaron Carter In OK! Magazine? What exactly is going on here?
Yup, this is what Lindsay did on her first night of freedom. Dinner and … I don’t know. Whatever kind of drugs and alcohol that can be supplied in an upscale LA restaurant’s bathroom stall. I’m sure it wasn’t a HUGE array, but there was probably your basic garden variety of substances to choose from. Judging by these pictures, I’m saying the vehicles of the night were probably Grey Goose, cocaine, and some kind of bargain-basement meth.
The photos we’ve got here are from girlfriend’s fragrance launch – the name of the perfume is ‘Purr,’ and why yes, I am as gagged up about the name as you probably are – and they depict Katy’s lovely profile, Katy being weirdly and unintentionally seductive with a microphone, and for you total weirdos out there, the image of Katy as a kitty. She just rocks those ears hard, doesn’t she, folks.
The one redeeming thing about these photos? The dress. I am LOVING THE DRESS. Seriously. Any crazy fashion stalkers out there that can score me a link to where I can get my hands on it?
Look, Paris has sunk her talons into another dude somehow. An apparent US resident, who, unless he’s deaf, blind, and dumb, probably knows of her history in this country and all of the male destruction she’s left behind her in a slimy trail of herpe discharge.
And the guy is no nobody, either – if you don’t recognize him (and let’s be real, I didn’t), it’s Todd Phillips, who was the director of The Hangover. And actually? This is a step UP from her last boyfriend, Cy Waits, who was some kind of weird casino kingpin straight out of Back to the Future Part II.
New couple alert? Paris Hilton may have recently called things off with beau Cy Waits – and the heiress has been getting cozy with the Hangover director Todd Phillips. The two headed to Beacher’s Madhouse, the vaudeville show inside the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel, where they met up with Nicky Hilton and sat at a secluded table toward the back of the club. But the duo wasn’t hiding their affection: they shared kisses and kept their eyes locked on each other despite the setting. Earlier, the two started their night at the Chateau Marmont, where they enjoyed wine on the patio with friends.
Ew, man. I know that sounds juvenile and stuff, but that’s honestly the gut reaction that Paris Hilton evokes in me. Effing EW.
Judging by the look of the photo, too, the pair is holding hands. Or, I don’t know, maybe Paris is helping him shift. She strikes me as that stupid, baby-talking cornball that says, “Ooh, me likie the power of this car; can I stroke my hand up and down the gearshift and feel the rumble of it underneath my fingers?” Ugh. CRUSTY.
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