Ah, I remember the heyday of the Britney Spears crotch shot. It was around a year ago, and word spread like wildfire: “There’s a Britney Spears crotch shot on the Internet.” All across the known universe, people ran to their computers to get a look at the Princess of Pop’s naked hoo-hoo. My own gossip blog, mere months old at that time, received over 100,000 hits each day from people searching for the photos.
And then there was another one. And another one. And another one still. There was one after her atrocious VMA performance that you probably didn’t even hear about — the world cared more about how disappointing her show was than about the fact that she hadn’t worn underwear later that night.
So you probably don’t know that there was another one on Thursday afternoon, after she left court. My blog is on the front page of a Google search for “Britney Spears crotch shot,” and, still, it’s barely had an impact on traffic. The most amusing part of this is that, of the people who do arrive at my blog from search engines, many of them having been searching for “Britney Spears crotch shot October 11.” People know they need to specify exactly which Britney Spears crotch shot they want to see, lest they be caught in a web of the 800 less recent photos of Britney Spears’ naughty bits.
Britney, honey, we’ve got the numbers to prove it: nobody cares about your vagina anymore.
Rose McGowan — who broke up director Robert Rodriguez’s marriage when she met him on the set of Grindhouse – actually went and got engaged to the guy. If she goes through with the marriage, she’ll become stepmom to his five children from the marriage she destroyed.
After numerous fakes hit the web, we have what should be the actual cover of Britney’s upcoming album, Blackout.
Yup. She looks about as vapid as anyone expected.
Jesus Christ, Lindsay Lohan is out of rehab. This is not supposed to happen anymore.
Well, Al Gore won the Nobel Peace Prize.
Without flashing anybody.
Phylicia Rashad, just because she showed up at an event, and she will always be my secret black mother.
Now this is how you age gracefully. She’s just so damn dignified. I love it!
Check out Jim with his 20-year-old daughter, Jane. She’s quite the cutie. And I’ve never seen her with Paris Hilton, so she’s alright in my book.
Jim, ever the the dutiful boyfriend, showed up to support girlfriend Jenny McCarthy, who hosted a cocktail party for the UCLA Early Childhood Development Partial Hospitalization Program.
I don’t know what that means, but I do know two things that might shed some light on it:
1) Jenny McCarthy has a son with autism
2) GO BRUINS!!!
Plus, check out my tits!
The Trump with Tits showed off her new (super boring) jewelry line at the Taj Mahal on Thursday night.
I just love the knee-length skirt with the barely-there top. That outfit is so not flattering on her.