
"American Idol" returns next week, and you know what that means, right? We're back on 24-hour Paula Abdul batshit watch. (
Yeeeah!)
Oh, Will Smith. Why you gotta get mixed up with the crazies, damnit. (
IDLYITW)
Skank Cancer wearing all 27 of those dresses, unfortunately not at the same time in Tribiani-like fashion. (
usemycomputer)
You know who makes a great dancing and drinking partner? Your daughter. Right, Kate? (
The Blemish)
Decent moral values and a solid upbringing has kept Amanda Byne's womb empty. (
Fatback and Collards)
Attention starved Britney ratchets up the crazy, threatens to kill children. (
popbytes)
Johnny Depp rocking the open collar on the cover of the
Rolling Stone. (
Daily Stab)
Vince Vaughn will not -- I repeat -- will not be simulating sex on camera with Reese Witherspoon. (
Celebitchy)
Is Avril Lavigne trying to steal
Elle Fanning's thunder by getting herself knocked up? (
Evil Beet)
My mum was not as cool as Kate. It was all "Oh, look it's 8, go to bed. Now, do not pass Go, do not collect 200." or "No, you're not getting any champagne. Go to bed.". And look where that got me...engineer, who needs that? I'm sure Kate's daughter will be grateful to her when her stripping career takes off.
Smith a creepy sciento? AWESOME! now I have another reason to bash on his ass.