Nicole Richie’s trial date is set for July 11th for the mishap she had in December. She was arrested for driving the wrong way on the freeway and confessed she had been smoking pot and took Vicodin… Lightweight.. haha.
Anyway, she could face a minimum of 5 days in jail or could end up with the maximum of 1 year. You know that isn’t going to happen! She’s definitely going to serve at least 5 days cause they’re not going to make such a big deal over Paris and just wave Nicole off are they?
I’ve been thinking about the baby bump pics going around and have come to a conclusion. I bet she gained just enough weight to get her monthly friend back and is actually bloated… Or maybe it’s a conjoined twin growing in her gut. That stuff happens ya know! I know it’s not a conjoined twin, but that would be awesome! Talk about major tabloid coverage!
Naomi Campbell is going to be gracing our TVs in something other than a swimsuit or a news report about her bitch smacking employees with her cell phone. Folks, she’s going to be in a commercial for Dunkin’ Donuts. Is she hard up or what?
According to a spy, the script called for Campbell to “be gardening in an evening dress. Something goes wrong, she gets frustrated, and she flips out. She then takes her shoe off and throws it through a window. Next to her is a Martha Stewart type who is calm, cool and collected, thanks to her frozen Dunkin’ Donuts drink.”
That’s the best they can do with Naomi? I wanna see the crazy ho put the Martha look-a-like in some type of choke hold and fart on her head. THAT would be entertainment!
Let’s look into the future and see how celeb kids like Sean Preston, Suri Cruise and Shiloh will speak about their fathers for Father’s Day in 2032. There’s even an appearance by Michael Jackson’s little one ‘Blanket’. Suri takes the cake in this one!
Here’s an excerpt from the manuscript of OJ’s manuscript describing the killings… IF he had done it.
I looked over at Goldman, and I was fuming. I guess he thought I was going to hit him, because he got into his little karate stance. “What the fuck is that?” I said. “You think you can take me with your karate shit?”
He started circling me, bobbing and weaving, and if I hadn’t been so fucking angry I would have laughed in his face. “O.J., come on!” It was Charlie again, pleading. Nicole moaned, regaining consciousness. She stirred on the ground and opened her eyes and looked at me, but it didn’t seem like anything was registering.
Charlie walked over and planted himself in front of me blocking my view. “We are fucking done here, man-let’s go!” I noticed the knife in Charlie’s hand, and in one deft move I removed my right glove and snatched it up. “We’re not going anywhere,” I said, turning to face Goldman.
Goldman was still circling me, bobbing and weaving, but I didn’t feel like laughing anymore. “You think you’re tough, motherfucker?” I said. I could hear Charlie just behind me, saying something, urging me to get the fuck out of there, and at one point he even reached for me and tried to drag me away, but I shook him off, hard, and moved toward Goldman. “Okay, motherfucker!” I said. “Show me how tough you are!” Then something went horribly wrong, and I know what happened, but I can’t tell you exactly how.
I was still standing in Nicole’s courtyard, of course, but for a few moments I couldn’t remember how I’d gotten there, when I’d arrived, or even why I was there. Then it came back to me, very slowly: The recital-with little Sydney up on stage, dancing her little heart out; me, chipping balls into my neighbor’s yard; Paula, angry, not answering her phone; Charlie, stopping by the house to tell me some more ugly shit about Nicole’s behavior. Then what? The short, quick drive from Rockingham to the Bundy condo. And now? Now I was standing in Nicole’s courtyard, in the dark, listening to the loud, rhythmic, accelerated beating of my own heart.
I put my left hand to my heart and my shirt felt strangely wet. I looked down at myself. For several moments, I couldn’t get my mind around what I was seeing. The whole front of me was covered in blood, but it didn’t compute. Is this really blood? I wondered. And whose blood is it? Is it mine? Am I hurt?
OH that’s some freaky shit! I think someone should kidnap his ass and torture and kill him just like he wrote in his manuscripts. Can you imagine being his children and hearing he was going to put out a book on if he DID kill your mom, this is how he would do it. What a complete f*cknut!
Samantha Ronson felt the need to write a myspace blog in response to Candy Spelling’s open letter to Britney Spears that was posted on TMZ’s website a few days ago. My question is, isn’t her myspace blog basically like an open letter to Candy also?
i don’t understand the idea of writing an open letter to someone via a gossip website…. it was weird when she knew the person- though- i’m not sure if it’s stranger to write an open letter to someone you know- or someone you don’t know- either way it’s insane!
that would be like sending your father a father’s day card through your local newspaper… i don’t get it…. although it is nice to see old people using modern technology- on second thought she probably has some underpaid and overworked young girl taking dictation.
does she honestly think anyone cares what she has to say? wait… do u think people care what she has to say? maybe there is a market for her…. hmmm, maybe somewhere in texas, perhaps? i mean shouldn’t she focus on her own children???? doesn’t seem to me like she is all set on the home front…. but there is not one part of me that feels the need to send her an open letter-
if i was gonna send an open letter to anyone it would be to joni mitchell and would start a little like this….dear joni mitchell,
you’re awesome…..i wouldn’t send an open or closed letter though- i think i would just put on one of her cds and enjoy…. hmmm, that’s a thought…. have a good one everyone!!! xoxo
Samantha must be bored since her coke whore girlfriend Lindsay is still in rehab. I just can’t see spending that much time writing a blog about Candy Spelling’s open letter to Britney.
Are Rosie O’Donnell’s dreams of replacing Bob Barker as host of The Price Is Right about to become a reality? .O’Donnell has confirmed on her blog, rosie.com, that she’s scheduled to meet with the game show’s producers about the gig later this week.
At the Daytime Emmy Awards on Friday, Barker, 83, gave his endorsement to the former View cohost. “There’s no doubt in my mind she could do the show,” he told reporters. “She told me she loved `The Price Is Right’ and wanted to host it one day.”
I couldn’t help but make that pic. lol I just had to see what Rosie may look like in Bob’s ‘do and it just isn’t good. Even if the ‘do ain’t cool, I think she would be great on The Price Is Right!
British newspaper The Sun is reporting that Katie Holmes is pregnant with another of Tom’s alien babies. Is Xenu Jr. on the way?
She tried to hide her bump under a loose dress as she and Tom celebrated with their pals THE BECKHAMSin Madrid.They were guests of honour at the Bernabeu to watch Becks’ last game at Real Madrid — as his team won the La Liga title.Despite being in the early stages of pregnancy Katie joined the post-match party where £30,000 of booze was downed.
A source said: “Katie and Tom are thrilled about having another baby on the way. She is glowing with happiness.”
