Avril Lavigne‘s ex, Deryck Whibley, had to be hospitalized for drinking. He posted about it on his website and included photos, and titled the post “rock bottom.” The good news is, he sees it as a wake-up call. Here’s some of what he posted on his site, DeryckWhibley.Net:
hey everyone, it’s deryck here. sorry i’ve been so m.i.a. lately, but i’ve been very sick in the hospital for a month and was pretty sick for a few weeks leading up to my trip to the hospital. the reason i got so sick is from all the hard boozing i’ve been doing over the years. it finally caught up to me. i was drinking hard every day. until one night. i was sitting at home, poured myself another drink around mid night and was about to watch a movie when all of a sudden i didn’t feel so good. i then collapsed to the ground unconscious.
He describes what happened next:
my fiancé got me rushed to the hospital where they put me into the intensive care unit. i was stuck with needles and i.v.’s all over. i was completely sedated the FIRST WEEK. when i finally woke up the next day i had no idea where i was. my mum and step dad were standing over me. i was so freaked out. my liver and kidney’s collapsed on me.
needless to say it scared me straight. i finally realized i can’t drink anymore. if i have one drink the doc’s say i will die. i’m not preaching or anything but just always drink responsibly. i didn’t, and look where that got me. (i never thought i would ever say that! haha)
And here are some photos:
Yikes. I gotta say, good for him. Sadly, a lot of people don’t realize this until it’s too late (RIP Amy Winehouse). I hope he really does stay away from booze and finds a better path for his life to take. And I appreciate him being so candid. What’s interesting to me, though, is that nowhere in his post does he use the word “alcoholic.” I hope he truly does realize that he is one and does indeed have a serious problem. Before anyone can move forward, they gotta admit it. It sounds like he’s almost there.
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Do you see that hilarity going on up there? That’s Deryck Whibley, lead singer of Sum 41 and Avril Lavigne‘s ex-husband, and his girlfriend, all dressed up for Halloween. They’re dressed as Avril and Avril’s soon-to-be husband, Chad Kroeger of Nickelback. And that’s wonderful.
Really, it’s maybe a little catty and weird for them to do this. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love it, and it’s definitely my favorite celebrity Halloween costume thus far, but for Avril, it’s got to be a little awkward. And for Avril’s man, it’s just simply uncool.
Here’s what Chad tweeted in retaliation:
Total burn! Except not really, because the guy from Nickelback just called the guy from Sum 41 irrelevant. I think that’s going to open up a whole can of worms that Chad wasn’t expecting, because instead of thinking he is funny and chivalrous, I’m just laughing about how silly and lame Nickelback is.
We can talk about how much these costumes rock in the comments, but for now, I have a very serious question:
Who's the bigger douchebag?
You know, for a second I thought that Deryck had some kind of Benjamin Button-like disease and these photos were actually taken awhile back with his Mummy, but then I realized that they couldn’t be all that old, considering Whibley still looks like a weird, shrunken little old man in a kid’s body. Guess this fine lady would be his new woman and not the lady that gave him life!
And isn’t she pretty, folks? Girlfriend’s name is Ari Cooper, and if you’re unfamiliar with her, you’re not alone. She’s a model out of LA, and that’s about all I know about her. But she’s not Avril Lavigne, and isn’t that a big step up! Yeah, they’ve allegedly been dating for awhile, but I came across these photos just today and knew that I had to run them as soon as I possibly could.
Want to look at another? OK!
Aren’t these two just darling? I wonder if my husband and I look as funny as these two do. We’re about the same height as Deryck and his girl, but the only difference is that I’m probably Deryck’s height and my husband is more like Ari’s height. You know. Not that it means anything or anything.
Sigh. Another season, another Avril-and-Deryck sighting. These exes can’t get enough of each other, huh.
Look, I ‘get’ that these two are still close friends. I get that they were only dining at ritzy Italian eatery Madeo on Thursday night because they are such good palsies. I get that they were celebrating Whibley‘s recent Grammy nomination (look harder; Sum 41 is in there somewhere). I get that, one year after their divorce, they are naturally buddies, because both their names are totally impossible when it comes to my spellcheck’s autocorrect, and people with weird names have to band together or something. (Kind of like how very tall people pair off, that whole phenomenon.)
But man, every time these two are seen together, I just feel so wistful for them. See that photo, up top? Doesn’t Avril look like she has to pee? That’s how I look, too, anytime I’m feeling wistful.
You know who probably feels super-wistful? Brody Jenner, that’s who.
(Image via the Daily Mail.)
I know the appropriate answer would be “I don’t care,” but I’m just throwing it out there in case there are some people out there who are completely besotted by the Avril-Brody Jenner-Deryck Whibley triangle of love.
Here we have photos of Avril and Deryck, partying on a boat together in Saint Tropez, looking all touchy-feely and like they’re about to bone below deck. Avril’s supposed boyfriend, Brody Jenner, was nowhere to be found.
One thing I can give this guy (aside from my express permission to take Batboy back should he so desire)? He looks much better with dark hair. MUCH better. Almost Orlando Bloom-like. And maybe that’s precisely what Avril’s seeing lately, too.
I mean, she went from a man with Hollywood’s widest nose to a man with Hollywood’s narrowest nose in, what, like three seconds flat? She might not be able to sing a note without the beauty of auto-tune, but her personal flair for guys has quite a range at any rate.
Lavigne filed for divorce from Deryck Whibley (who is — was, whichever — the lead singer of Sum 41) back in October and she’s already been linked to two or three different guys since then. I guess that’s part of the whole pink-princess “rock and roll” edge that she’s got to her, mmhmm?
Her latest confirmed sexual conquest is none other than Brody Jenner. The two allegedly started dating earlier this year, but despite that fact, she was spied getting cozy with her ex-husband, Whibley, recently. And alas, our very own grubby love triangle emerged in Hollywood this past week partying it up. Together. The three were said to have reserved a private VIP table at the W Hotel and later left in a car. Again, together. Later on the odd trio was said to grab a bit of an early breakfast at an all-night diner. The three did not leave together this time, however — Whibley was said to make a quick exit, while the other two lingered lovingly over red hot Formica and muddy coffee.
Um, say it with me: “Eewwwuh.”
Well, her soon to be ex husband Deryck Whibley has already moved on to making out with chick in tattoo parlors, so I guess it makes sense that Avril would move on to someone new, too. But while Deryck Whibley is out hooking with some Hollywood scene queen, she’s moving in with a former Hollywood kinda sorta somebody with a big greasy face. Yeah, Brandon Davis. A refresher for those of you who’ve had the pleasure of forgetting: he’s the one who hangs out with Paris and Co. and famously called Lindsay Lohan poor for only having seven mil. and then brilliantly called her a firecrotch to TMZ cameras.
The two supposedly have been seeing each other since the split, but their move in seems more recession-friendly than serious. From Hollyscoop: “Avril is selling her home where she lived with Deryck, while Brandon still lives in his family’s Bel-Air mansion….They both needed a place to live, so they decided to move in together.”
This is the first woman that Brandon has ever lived with and Avril isn’t even divorced yet, so I don’t anticipate this relationship going anywhere. I actually, deep down, genuinely feel that eventually one of them is going to wind up stabbing the other in a coke-fueled rage. I think this is probably a massive mistake, but they didn’t ask me so whatever…