It’s been awhile since we’ve had photos of Lindsay out shopping, but she’s back at it, hitting up Diavolina on Robertson.
And she’s wearing leggings again. And she’s blonder.
My favorite part of this photo? The guy standing by the door, holding Windex. Like, “Shit, this place is gonna need a thorough cleaning the fucking minute Lindsay Lohan leaves. Does anyone have a rubber bodysuit I could borrow?”
April 4, 2008 at 1:34 am by Evil Beet
I guess Katherine Heigl didn’t get the memo that she’s in neither 1983 nor New Mexico.
With husband Josh Kelley in LA.
April 4, 2008 at 1:22 am by Evil Beet
I hate Minnie Driver. I can’t even remember why at this point. It started back in the Matt Damon days. I used to really like her, and then she did something that pissed me off, and I can’t remember what, but I still hate her for it and I know I can never forgive her for that thing she did ten years ago that I can’t remember. It’s like Minnie Driver and I are estranged right now. I am Angelina Jolie and Minnie Driver is my Jon Voight. (And Charlie is my Maddox! And Minnie will never get to meet him!)
She’s all preggers and shit, and showing it off at the premiere of Street Kings.
April 4, 2008 at 1:15 am by Evil Beet
Bobby Brown is one big huge giant turd.
The huge loser has written a tell-all about his relationship with Whitney Houston. In it, he basically blames Whitney for his drug problem.
“I never used cocaine until after I met Whitney. Before then, I had experimented with other drugs, but marijuana was my drug of choice,” he says. “At one point in my life, I used drugs uncontrollably. I was using everything I could get my hands on, from cocaine to heroin, weed and cooked cocaine.”
Heh. “Cooked cocaine.” Uh, dude, in most circles we call that “crack.” I have known many drug addicts and recovering drug addicts in my life, and I have never in my life heard any of them say that they smoked “cooked cocaine.” That’s fucking hilarious.
Brown claims his marriage “was doomed from the very beginning. Within the first year we separated, with several more to follow. I think we got married for all the wrong reasons. Now, I realize Whitney had a different agenda than I did when we got married . . . I believe her agenda was to clean up her image, while mine was to be loved and have children.”
And in response to allegations that he cheated on Whitney with Karrine “Superhead” Steffans: “Yes, I’ve slept with her. Yes, I’ve spent several nights at her house. But she was only good for what her nickname stood for.”
Oh my God!
What a fucking asshole. Like, dude, okay, you’re writing a book to talk shit about the ex-wife you hate. But do you really have to call some random chick you repeatedly spent the night with a valueless piece of trash? Soooo classy, buddy.
Whitney’s rep released the following statement in response:
“Miss Houston is sad that Bobby feels he need to say such things but she choses to take the high road and will not speak badly about the father of her child even if it’s to set the record straight.”
Geez, Bobby, I hope you make a shitload of money on this book. Because it cost you what little dignity you had left.
April 4, 2008 at 1:07 am by Evil Beet
Watch it before Warner Bros pulls it and sends me an angry letter.
You know, I kind of hated this song when it first leaked, but it may be growing on me. Sigh. I wanted so badly to hate it.
April 4, 2008 at 12:57 am by Evil Beet
All together now:
Hulk Hogan and his new girlfriend, Jennifer McDaniel, were spotted splashing around in Miami this weekend. The two have reportedly been dating since around January.
“He’s very happy,” says a source. “He just seems very happy. His mood has changed. He’s in a better place.”
His mood has changed? Hell, his entire color has changed. Seriously, he is darker than Barack Obama right now. Somewhere at Hillary’s campaign headquarters, they’re sitting around trying to figure out how they can use Hulk Hogan to help get the black vote.
And I don’t know much about Jennifer, but I’ll tell you what I do know: This is the kind of chick who should never leave the house without make-up.