Janice Dickinson risked life and emaciated limb yesterday by venturing out into the daylight (Nosferatu’s natural enemy) to get a a manicure at a Bevery Hills nail spa. For those of you wondering what’s in Janice’s cleavage, it’s her cell phone. Where does the sexy end and the woman begin? Am I right? Back me up, fellas.
ahhhhhhhhhhh! Adorable…
ahhhhhhhhhhh! Adorable…
Jack Nicholson frolicked on the beach in St. Barths.
Christina Aguilera and her husband Jordan Bratman spent a quiet evening together shopping at Babies R Us last night. Judging by their outfits, they headed home for a night of some kinky role-playing. Christina is, obviously, a 1930’s paperboy who took too much estrogen. While Jordan is, I’m guessing, Frank Zappa’s mutant love child - who he fathered with a three-toed sloth named Cocoa. Married people are weird.
These are shots of Mariah Carey looking banging as she leaves Gotham Hall in New York City after performing on last night’s premiere of The Hills. Just months ago she was unveiling the new “Jury Duty” postage stamp and now she’s on The Hills. I think it’s time for Mariah Carey to look for a new career because this one has been officially super-fucked into the toilet. Ha ha, The Hills. What’s next, Rock of Love? Hold on. Bret Michaels just kicked in my door. No, I wasn’t talking shit about your show. And stay out of my eyeliner! Freaking mooch.
Mariah performing her new single “Touch My Body” on The Hills after the jump.
