Yup, Jessica Alba still looks like an uber-bitch. [Celebitchy]
So, are Katy Perry’s tits real or fake? I’m too distracted by looking at them to decide. [Celebslam]
Ever hear of RJ Berger? No? Then I’m clearly not the only one. [popbytes]
Oh, Marmaduke. You stopped being campy and fun in the newspaper back when I was in elementary school. The fuck are people making such a big fuss about you nowadays, anyway? Scooby run off with some ho? [Pajiba]
Of course Miley’s not really a lesbian. She just plays on on TV. [Amy Grindhouse]
Uh, WTF is this? (And the “W” means “who” in this case.) [CityRag]
Tila Tequila “commits suicide.” Or at least “tries.” And yes, I’m being very sarcastic. [Pop on the Pop]
The new Twilight trailer’s been released. Y’know, if you’re into that sort of thing. [Betty Confidential]
Dude. This guy sounds an awful lot like what Chris Brown probably would, if he stopped doing stupid interviews and dropped the “I’m actually a good dude” front. [Zelda Lily]
Is Lance Bass hooking up with Lorenzo Martone? [OMGBlog]
Haha, Coolio has a really stupid tattoo. [Celebrity Smack Blog]
Poor Tila..
You see ’em comin’ at you every night
Strung on pretension, they fall for you at first sight
You know their business, you think it’s a bore
They make you restless, it’s nothin’ you ain’t seen before
Get around town, spend your time on the run
You never let down, say you do it for fun
Never miss a play, though you make quite a few
You give it all away – everybody wants you
You crave attention, you can never say “no”
Throw your affections any way the wind blows
You always make it, you’re on top of the scene
You sell the copy like the cover of a magazine
Puttin’ on the eyes ’til there’s nobody else
You never realize what you do to yourself
The things that they see make the daily reviews
You never get free – everybody wants you
Everybody knows you
Everybody snows you
Everybody needs you, leads you, bleeds you
Nights of confusion and impossible dreams
Days at the mirror, patchin’ up around the seams
You got your glory, you paid for it all
You take your pension in loneliness and alcohol
Say goodbye to conventional ways
You can’t escape the hours, you lose track of the days
The more you understand, seems the more like you do
You never get away – everybody wants you
I REALLY DON’T LIKE THIS NEW FORMAT! I LIKED THE OLD FORMAT WHERE YOU DON’T HAVE TO OPEN A NEW TAP TO LOOK AT THE STUFF!