Today's Evil Beet Gossip

Larry Birkhead Likes Boys Too!

So now some guy has come forward saying that he had a homosexual affair with Larry Birkhead (otherwise known as Anna Nicole’s baby daddy). I guess he plays on both teams which the frosted tips sort of give away.

According to the National Enquirer, which is obviously the best source of news out there, Larry and a model Kerrick Ross had a hot and heavy affair.

The two met at a cocktail party in Louisville around mid-2000 when Birkhead was a struggling real estate agent and writer, angling for a show business career in Hollywood. “We were together for about two months and had sex eight to 10 times, always at my apartment. He often spent the whole night with me.” But Birkhead insisted on keeping their romance a secret. “I had been ‘out’ for a long time, but Larry was not out of the closet – and he was terrified about his family, who were devout Southern Baptists, finding out he was having a gay relationship,” revealed Kerrick. “He was especially afraid of his father finding out. He said, ‘If my Dad knew about this, he would kill me!’ Birkhead’s lawyers deny that he had a gay relationship with Kerrick, but Kerrick passed a rigorous polygraph test administered by a top-notch examiner. And Kerrick says Larry didn’t consider himself gay. “He was more comfortable saying he was bi-sexual,” Kerrick told The Enquirer “I never knew him to go out with women when we were together, but I found out after we broke up that he had been seeing women.” While Kerrick says Birkhead was inexperienced at gay sex, he found out later that he’d stolen Larry from another man!

This isn’t the first time some guy went briefly gay and then felt bad about it. I’m sure that Larry was with Anna to gain some fame…ohhhh maybe he an Howard Stern can have an affair. Wouldn’t that be juicy!

Finally, Someone Who GETS Pageants

Check out this dress. If you look closely you’ll see people hanging from poles.


Mexico City (AP) The floor-length dress is accented with crosses, scapulars and a sketch of a man facing a firing squad.

No, this is not a joke, this is Miss Mexico’s dress for the Miss Universe pageant.

I don’t usually predict these sort of contests but I’ve got to tell you… She’s a shoe-in!

When I Say Manic, You Say Depressive


I really like Dave Chappelle. I loved his movie, Dave Chappelle’s Block Party, and I think he’s one of the more interesting humans to ever appear on the Oprah show. But check this noise out:

LOS ANGELES (AP) — Now that he’s back on the standup circuit, Dave Chappelle has a lot to say. The comic … shattered the Laugh Factory’s endurance record by taking to the comedy club’s stage for six hours and seven minutes on Sunday.

SIX HOURS. Imagine that. Being funny for six hours of comedy. That’s not even human, or possible. It’s inhuman. And impossible. Yet the guy did it. Instant diagnosis? He’s a stark raving mad fellow.

Now for the good news. I Love that. The best comedians of our time aren’t well adjusted in the slightest, they’re loons. Chappelle is currently the best in the business, I just wish I’d been there to see it. It’s something I would’ve actually told my grandchildren if I hadn’t preemptively written them out of my will so long ago.

Someone Let Avril Lavigne Release Another Album



“See, when I do this thing with my hands, it means I’m hardcore. Get it? I’m a total rebel. Fighting the man, man. You can tell by my hands. You should buy my album, particularly if you’re a suburban youth who feels most comfortable railing against the prevailing, suffocating social norms by purchasing alt-pop music on iTunes and positioning your hands just so.”

At her CD release party Tuesday in NYC.

Late-Night Links

African school children protect Madonna from journalists. [DListed]

Keeley Hazell gets naked for FHM, you. [Anything Hollywood]

Brad Pitt thinks Angelina Jolie is “supergirl.” [Holy Candy]

Heather Mills eats it onstage. [Celebrity Puke]

Posh & Becks hit Paris. The city, I mean. They go there. Because if they had physically hit Paris Hilton, well, we’d all be having a much better day, now wouldn’t we? [Daily Stab]

Beyonce might ditch BMG for her boyfriend’s label. [Juicy-News]

Check out the trailer for Neil Gaiman’s Stardust. [popbytes]

Oh, good, a Jessica Simpson nip slip. I am going to take the high road and be the only blogger on the planet who doesn’t make some joke insinuating that her father will sexually pleasure himself while looking at these pictures. Because I feel like that kind of goes without saying. [SOW]

AmIdol Recap: Top 7

Ladies and gentlemen, it’s the moment you’ve all been waiting for: it’s country night here on American Idol. Ryan’s dressed for the occasion by wearing — what else? — purple. The mentor for this week is Kellie Pickler. Oh, no, that’s only in my fantasies. (Or an SNL sketch? Lorne Michaels, call me.) It’s actually Martina McBride, who is one of those rare country artists I really like. We cut to Martina McBride in a studio, leading our remaining seven idols in what I would guess is the worst rendition of “Independence Day” you’ll come across outside of your local sorority’s body-shot/sing-along night.

Phil Stacey’s up first. Singing “Where the Blacktop Ends” by Keith Urban. We cut to this weird shot of Phil and Martina in the studio, and I think they’re talking as the director motions for them to hit their mark by the piano, so they both seem really distracted, and Martina’s asking Phil about Kansas as she walks backwards, so it seems like he’s cornering her. I have no idea why they used that shot. Phil is — thank God — not wearing his Oliver! cap tonight, and looks respectably country-cool in black pants and a black shirt with only a hint of shiny stripes. He does seem comfortable on stage tonight, and he’s walking through the audience giving people high-fives and hugs, pausing to make love to the camera every now and then, and it’s kind of working as an act. Vocally he’s nothing special tonight, but he’s holding it down. Someone didn’t think the camera work through quite right, so we have a solid ten seconds of the back of his bald little head before they figure it out. Phil has a really small head, like a character from Goonies or something. I just noticed that. Ha! Randy’s all like, “From an accomplished producer,” as he gestures to himself, “you’re going to have a career in country music.” Randy is nothing if not modest. Paula is in that weird place where I’m not sure if she’s high or stupid, but she liked it, I think. Simon liked it quite a bit. Ryan, making fun of Phil, goes “Woooo!” and makes a face that I think is supposed to be hard-core, but you know what he looks like? That’s painting, The Scream? Of that ghost-like dude? If you still have this episode TiVo’d, go to minute 8, wait ’til Ryan goes “Woooo!” and pause it. Then look at that painting. I think Ryan was the model. And then Ryan, again making fun of Phil, goes “Love you love you!” and suddenly I realize that he was the inspiration for Crank Yankers‘ Special Ed. Ryan, darling, Phil is not the one walking away from this encounter feeling silly.

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