Guess what Britney did before rehab

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Guess what Britney did before rehab

Britney Spears found two new friends before checking in to Promises rehab in Malibu. Us Magazine reports Britney was denied a room at the Mondrian due to not having any cash or credit cards. Baldy then stripped down to her bra and panties and shaved her legs in the pool bathroom. Luckily, the blond wig wearing weirdo met two girls in the bathroom willing to lend her a bathing suit.

Spears followed her new friend to her hotel room where — after changing into a borrowed bikini — she raided the minibar. “She grabbed four or five bottles and just started mixing everything and drinking them.”

Last time I went to the Mondrian I was rejected too. There’s some stupid policy about not hiding in the bushes by the girl’s bathroom with a long lens camera. You would think people would have a little more respect for what Martin Luther King was fighting for.

Published on February 28th, 2007 in Britney Spears
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AmIdol Recap: Top 10 Boys

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Tonight is all about the top ten men. Ryan Seacrest (vest check comes up negative) kicks things off by being the bigger man (perhaps the only context in which this is true), by congratulating Jennifer Hudson on her Oscar win, even though she failed to thank AmIdol in her speech. (Side note: I did a Google blogsearch for “Jennifer Hudson thank American Idol” to confirm that she did indeed snub them, and was asked by Google if I meant to query “Jennifer Hudson tank American Idol.”) Ryan introduces the guys, then says hello to the girls in the pit. Antonella Barba is there, fully clothed and without a cock in her mouth, so that’s nice.

The contestants have been asked to dedicate their performances to the “people who inspire them.” You know, so that we can do things like thank the troops. And Phil Stacey wastes no time in doing that. He’s dedicating his performance to his Navy command back home. He’s singing “Missing You,” and doing it quite well, although unremarkably. They recast Chris Daughtrey this season. Like when Sarah Chalke was New Becky. He’s New Chris Daughtrey. Randy loved it. Paula — who may be drunk tonight!! yay!!! — loved it. Simon’s not too excited, because, you know, it wasn’t too exciting.

Coca-Cola Red Room. Ryan asks Sundance what people were talking about over the weekend, after being featured on the show. “Antonella Barba,” he responds, “and that dick she sucked.” Except, much to my dismay, he says something else.

Jared Cotter is dedicating his performance to his mom and dad. I have this feeling we’re just going to alternate between the troops and family members, as far as dedication goes. I hope someone dedicates their performance to the memory of Anna Nicole Smith. Or, like, robots. Singing “Let’s Get it On.” Vocally he’s just fine, with some weakness on the higher notes. He really is a great-looking kid. It was a good performance, but this song just has to be oozing with sex, and I don’t know if he brought that.

I think Paula’s drunk tonight. Happy dance! Oh, yes, she’s definitely drunk. “That’s the kind of song that you don’t have to push … on … well, no pun intended,” she says, then starts cracking up. Simon, realizing we are dangerously close to Paula describing the benefits of girl-on-top sex on live family television, cuts her off entirely. Because, you know, she’s drunk. YAY!!

“And the things we’ve all done to that song,” says Ryan, because we are eighteen minutes into the show and have abandoned any sense of decorum.

A.J. Tabaldo. Mom and dad. And ROBOTS! No. Just mom and dad. “Feelin’ Good.” Vest check comes up positive, with the oddest green collared shirt beneath it (with the sleeves rolled up), and then a black undershirt beneath that. Like, “I’ll kick yo ass, right after I bring this gentleman his truffle.” The boys are much, much better so far tonight. Blows a high note, and his second-to-last run is a little flat, but in general it’s a good performance. Everyone, including Simon, says nice things about him.

Sanjaya Malakar. Dedicating his performance tonight to weed. And his late grandfather. “Steppin’ Out with My Baby.” He’s wearing this top hat, which I think is supposed to match the jazzy nature of the song, but coupled with his dark skin and soft voice, he’s a dead ringer for Michael Jackson right now. He is horribly uncomfortable on stage, his voice is mediocre at best, and this is painful to watch. The judges didn’t like him. The audience boos half-heartedly. You know, it’s possible Paula is not drunk, but rather just hungover. I’m getting more of a hangover vibe from her. It’s the way the words catch in her throat.

Chris Sligh. Dedicated to his wife, Sarah, who is about 100 times hotter than he is. He points this out himself. Singing “Trouble,” which is a really cute song to sing after that dedication, actually. Vocally, though, he is really not impressing me. Randy liked it. Paula liked it. Simon liked it. His wife is adorable.

Nick Pedro. To his girlfriend. Awww. “You Give Me Fever,” and in the middle they cut to a shot of the drummer hitting the cymbals, then giving the camera a “how’d ya like that?” look, and it’s easily the most interesting part of this segment. Randy liked it. Paula liked it. Simon mentions that he lacked charisma. “I thought the drummer was very good,” he adds. Ha. Nick makes his own “Vote for Pedro” call, which was funnier when Ryan made it last week and it, you know, hadn’t been done last week.

Blake Lewis. Mom and dad. And robots? No. No, not robots. “Virtual Insanity.” Oh Jesus, some girl in the audience is wearing a shirt with a pin-up silhouette graphic and the words “Blaker girl,” which might awesome if it said “Blaker chick.” I like Blake. This is a risky song choice, and he’s making it work, even inserting his own beat-boxing and scatting in there. Randy and Paula loved it. Simon thought it was copy-cat and vocally weak. And now the strangest thing happens. Blake says “vocal entendres” and pronounces the “s” sound, which is wrong, as is the entire use of that word in this context, but Blake pronounces the final “e” sound correctly, as a short vowel. “Vocal entendree?” says Ryan, as though Blake had pronounced a long e sound. He then makes fun of Blake for saying “vocal entendree,” although Blake didn’t say that, and then pronounces the word correctly, because he’s an ass. I have to stop watching this show. It makes my head explode.

Brandon Rogers. To his late grandmother, the robot. “Time After Time.” Did someone besides Cyndi Lauper sing this? Because this is a very different take on it. I’m totally digging it. He rocks the little riff toward the end. Randy didn’t think it showed him off vocally. Paula — I’m officially going with “really hungover” as her diagnosis for tonight — liked it. Simon thinks he needs to make a bigger impact. Brandon’s like “By the way, it’s my dad’s birthday today,” and Simon’s like, “Brandon, it’s my mom’s birthday in November.” I laughed out loud. “And I love puppies,” adds Simon. Sigh. I love Simon. He’s looking at Ryan like, “See? That’s how you do funny.”

Chris Richardson. Grandma back in Virginia, who’s still alive, and pretty darn adorable in pictures. “Geek in the Pink.” Shit. This is the first Jason Mraz I’ve ever heard on the show, and he gets mad points from me just for trying. Unfortunately, Jason Mraz songs have this quality of Jason Mraz-ness, and it’s hard for someone else to pull them off. He does quite well, but he’s no M-R-A-Z. Randy thought it was better than the original, so I go back to listen again. I disagree, although he did do quite well. Oh my God. So something happens that moves Paula to put a pink Valentine heart on Simon’s chest. But, see, it’s a heart with another heart overlaid on the upper right-hand corner of the existing heart, and when the camera moves back, away from the details of it, it looks like a cock and balls. If someone has a screen shot, kindly send it along. “Well, you’ve been invaluable tonight, Paula,” says Simon, as he removes the heart and tells Chris that he was awesome tonight.

Sundance Head. Dedicated to his robot son Levy. Oh, he chokes up on camera because he’s bummed that he’s missing all these milestones in his baby’s life. That was cute. “Mustang Sally.” He does a nice job with the song. I like Sundance. Randy loved it. So did Paula. So did Simon.

So, Sanjaya should have gone home last week, and, if he doesn’t go home this week, I’m just confused. None of the other guys were particularly bad this week, but if I were choosing, I’d send Nick Pedro home with him.

No He Didn’t

Source: www.evilbeetgossip.com

So The Beet will cover AI in all of its homo-tastic glory but seriously Simon Cowell just called out Ryan totally gaying it up.

Here is their verbal intercourse discussing Nick Pedro’s outfit.

Ryan:
“What would you dress him up in, just so he has some guidance”

Simon:
“I’m not a stylist”

Ryan:
“A black shirt maybe something tight snug, rub a little of the chest” (as he rubs his chest)

Simon:
“Lets just calm this one down a bit Ryan”

Now I know they were trying to reference Simon oddly rubbing his chest during the auditions but Simon’s smirk tonight said it all. Let the games begin Simon loves to call Ryan out and I love it.

This Just Seems Wrong

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Skinny Christina Ricci can’t stop getting her jollies on when her boy-band hot ex-husband Justin Timberlake leaves for Iraq so the “Snakes on a Plane” guy chains her up. Something is diirrrrtttyyyy and wrong about this movie. I use dirrrrrrtttyyyy in the X-tina sense.

Check out the trailer.

Published on February 27th, 2007 in Our Evil Cohorts
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This Just Seems Wrong

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Skinny Christina Ricci can’t stop getting her jollies on when her boy-band hot ex-husband Justin Timberlake leaves for Iraq so the “Snakes on a Plane” guy chains her up. Something is diirrrrtttyyyy and wrong about this movie. I use dirrrrrrtttyyyy in the X-tina sense.

Check out the trailer.

Naomi Watts is Preggers!!

Source: www.evilbeetgossip.com

While Naomi Watts has kept mum on the subject of pregnancy rumors, plenty of other folks have been doing the talking for her. Naomi’s Oscars gown was Escada, and a rep for the house issued this press release on Sunday: “The ESCADA gown set off her most precious new asset – the baby she is expecting with longtime boyfriend Liev Schreiber.”

Last night, Schreiber appeared on Conan O’Brien and confirmed the news himself: “Yes, I’m going to be a dad,” he said. “Very exciting.” According to Schreiber, Naomi commented that “it’s a very auspicious thing that our embryo is going to be at the Oscars.” See, you know she’s Australian, because she says things like “auspicious.” Attractive women from America don’t know what that word means. Say “auspicious” to Jessica Biel at the Oscars and she’ll be like “God bless you,” but you won’t notice because you’ll be panicking, having been momentarily blinded by her dress.

Congratulations to the couple, and we wish them a happy and healthy pregnancy.

Britney Shears

Source: www.evilbeetgossip.com


Bidding is up to $170.00 on Ebay. This is wrong is so many ways…but also really really awesome. It comes with its own padded room. You know that the mass produced bald Britney Spears dolls will be at Spencer’s gifts in about 4 days.

Thanks Dlisted for the heads up.

Liar!

Source: www.evilbeetgossip.com

Eddie Murphy’s rep/paid liar has come out today defending the Oscar nominee’s behavior at the Academy Awards on Sunday. After Alan Arkin beat out Murphy in the Best Supporting Actor Category Eddie Murphy left the auditorium and didn’t go to any of the post Oscar bashes.

“Eddie had always planned on leaving after his category was announced to spend the rest of the evening with his family. He did the same thing following the Golden Globe Awards.”

Storming out of the Oscars isn’t cool. Most people don’t leave after their category and miss their co-stars’ big performance. Ah “Norbit” wasn’t the best idea was it Eddie?

Jennifer Hudson Hated Her Oscars Outfit Too

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First off: bolero. That is apparently what we were supposed to call that metallic thing draped across Jennifer Hudson’s shoulders at the Oscars. Instead, we called it a spacesuit, we called it horrendous, we called it nauseating, and we called it a mistake. So did Jennifer.

In a Today Show interview, she told Matt Lauer that the outfit was her only Oscars regret. A source at Page Six says that Vogue and its editor-at-large, Andre Leon Talley, was behind the mess. I should have known. That thing just smelled like Talley. “Jennifer was kind of sponsored by Talley and Vogue,” says the source. “Andre insisted she wear that hideous Oscar de la Renta dress with the awful, awful gold python bolero. Jennifer really didn’t want to, and so [noted celebrity stylist] Jessica Paster got her a beautiful gold Roberto Cavalli custom-made. But when Andre found out, he went ballistic. Moments before she left for the show, there was a power struggle and Jennifer ended up putting his outfit on.”

Hey, Jen, a little tip: ditch Vogue. First they did that mucho unflattering cover shot and photo spread of you, and now this? Jennifer. Vogue hates you. I swear, this is all part of Anna Wintour’s campaign to prove that anyone with a BMI over 17 cannot be attractive. Get away, Jennifer! Start up your jet packs and hit warp speed!

BREAKING

Source: www.evilbeetgossip.com

I don’t know why this is so incredibly funny to me. Maybe because I went to Arizona State, where I’m fairly certain vanity hit that asymptotic high point after which any further changes are infinitesimal in, like, 1987. I’m not sure why they even bother holding classes there anymore. Classes are to frat parties at ASU the way that television programming is to commercials at NBC: just the tedious filler in between the rapes value-added content. Asymptotes? I learned about them in high school. Vomiting in the shower without allowing it to clog the drain? That, I mastered as a Sun Devil, baby!!! (And a special welcome to all 500 visitors an hour who will now show up here looking for pro-mia content … here’s a tip: stop.)

Ahhh….

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