Ellen is gone.
Ellen DeGeneres is leaving because she didn’t like judging and being harsh. And probably because that awful Nigel Lythgoe is coming on board. I don’t blame her a bit; Idol is like the Titanic: it’s going down and there isn’t any great jewelry to be found.
And, as if that’s not bad enough, Kara DioGuardi has reportedly been fired so she’ll go back to being a nobody.
That leaves us the dawg, Randy Jackson.
So? Randy, Courtney and Elton?
Randy, Simpson and Isaak?
Nope. The money seems to be on Randy, Jennifer Lopez, and Steven Tyler.
I’m done. I can take Randy, but JNo? No. Not someone with an ego as big as her ass. Plus you just know she’d wanna sing a couple of times during the season, hell, each episode, and then beg to have her husband, Skeletor, sing, too.
And Steven Tyler? Before, during or after rehab?
This has trainwreck written all over it and not the good kind of trainwreck, you know, where no one dies and there’s free cheese on the ground.
I like Leonardo DiCaprio.He’s talented, compassionate, cute, and smart. He drives a Prius. But it’s the smart part I’m lovin’ right about now.
See, Leo was supposed to be in the next Mel Gibson disaster, er, movie, and he decided that it was better to go all Nancy Reagan and Just Say No.
Leo was set to star in MELtdown’s next ::::yawn:::: epic, a viking picture, but decided he doesn’t need the kind of exposure one gets from being around Gibson.
You know, death threats and such.
Smart move, Leo.
But I pray Mel doesn’t have your cell phone number because I’d hate to see the messages he’d be leaving you.
Oh Dear God.
Is this how you get an acting career these days? Especially when your father is Laurence Fishburne?
It seems that Fishburne’s nineteen-year-old daughter wants to be a star, but doesn’t want to have to, you know, take classes and audition and stuff to get there. She wants stardom and she wants it now, so she’s come up with the perfect solution.
Montana Fishburne is ALLEGEDLY releasing a sex tape through Vivid Entertainment and proudly says:
“I’ve watched how successful Kim Kardashian became and I think a lot of it was due to the release of her sex tape.”
Yeah, Montana, that’s the ticket.
Why don’t you just whore yourself out to Mel Gibson? I hear he’s looking for someone to start in a new viking movie.
Your money problems know no end.
Sarah Ferguson, Duchess of York, is ALLEGEDLY in debt to her personal trainer to the tune of £65,000, but that’s nothing new to her. The original Fergie spends money faster than she doesn’t earn it.
Seems she used to order her staff–and why does she still have staff?–to fix elaborate feasts for her and her two Princesses, and wash them down with champagne and vodka.
Champagne, Fergie? You’re on a beer budget, or you should be.
But she does have a knight in shining armor; her ex-husband Prince Andrew.
Andy is said to be highly embarrassed over Fergie’s addiction to spending money she does not have, but he is ALLEGEDLY willing to pay off her debts…..to the butcher, the dry cleaner, the newspaper agent and the car rental facility.
But he won’t be touching her American debts….to McDonald’s and Pizza Hut and JC Penneys.
A source, and by source I mean one of those guys in the furry hats who guard the castle–says:
“The Duke is not touching her debts in America but his people are going to sit down and itemise every debt here and pay them off one by one. The total comes to around £1.5million.”
Lucky gal, she really did marry–and divorce–a Prince.
She apparently thinks jail is like rehab.
It’s just the Four Seasons with bars…though not the kinds of bars that one stumbles out of at 4 AM, but the kinds of bars they put on windows.
Lindsay is ALLEGEDLY quite the slammer diva and has all sorts of demands while incarcerated for being a drug addict, car thief, alcoholic, kidnapper. and probation violator.
A released inmate–who was paid in vodka and prescription drugs–says:
“The other day Lindsay was freaking out because she wanted another blanket. She kept yelling out, ‘Hello! I asked for a blanket like two hours ago! I’m getting sick!’ It went on for hours.”
And another visitor to the jail says:
“My sister told me that Lindsay was complaining about not having any bottled water to drink, and saying that unpurified water makes her sick. But this isn’t some fancy hotel. If inmates want water, they drink good old Los Angeles tap water. Then she was demanding someone bring her a fan. She said she was going to pass out. Of course she didn’t get it — or the water.”
Jail isn’t rehab. It’s JAIL.
This is funny.
Cameron Diaz was recently asked, at the London premiere of her disastrously awful movie with Tom Cruise, Knight and Day, if she wanted to perform onstage in London’s West End and she apparently became apoplectic.
She said she’d never do stage because she has stage fright and because, she says:
“I am a film actress. I do movies. I have never done theatre before.”
Plus, there is that whole thing about being able to act, and not have to rely on take after take after take to get the scene right. And that whole, they don’t pay in cocaine for theater work.