Or don’t! It’s Victoria Beckham. You’ve prob seen this 100 times already today, and sorry for that, but hey, I’m bored as hell and I am desperately trying to knock that fug picture of Courtney Love off this page.
I think Pubescent Posh is cute! The slags at I’m Not Obsessed.com, however, strongly disagree.
Pete Doherty is no longer talking to his mum because she wrote a a tell-all book about him called Pete Doherty: My Prodigal Son. The two used to be good buddies until Pete found out about the book after it hit store shelves. Says Pete: “It kills me. I love her but things are very strained and difficult just now.”
Damn! That’s what Jenny Aniston’s mum did to her! This means that Pete doesn’t have a relationship with either of his folks because his papa disowned his ass a while ago! Says Pete: “I can understand him turning his back on me after everything I’ve done. Whatever has happened in the past, I love and respect my father unconditionally. He doesn’t want anything to do with me just now, but it’s important for me that he knows I truly adore him… Knowing how he feels, and battling to restore some sort of relationship with him, is the one thing I’m trying to focus on as I try to kick the drugs. If I can do it, a lot of it will be down to him; proving him wrong and winning him around so I have a family again.”
That picture of Petey and Katey snogging is way old (obviously). BTW, Pete’s doing a lot of talking to the press right now and I must say that I don’t like it. I prefer my crackheads quiet and mysterious.
This is an old pic of Gary Dourdan. Would you shag it or gag it? Yeah, I know that question doesn’t make any real sense.
This is a pic of a dude getting caned in Malaysia. For the full story, more bloody pictures, and a video, click HERE. I tried to watch the video but I couldn’t do it. Damn! They went and ruined a perfectly good ass!
Scarlett Johansson is busting her ass for Louis Vuitton again! God, now we all really need to hurry up and go buy this stuff! Because a stupid actress who can’t even act has pale skin and an ample bosom!
I would just like the folks at Louis Vuitton to know that putting dumb arse celebrities in their stupid ads is not going to make me shill out 900 bones for a goddamn purse! Okay, maybe I would if they hired Paul Banks.
Because you all give a damn, here are some pictures of Keira Knightley and Rupert Friend somewheres. Rup needs to re-think those denim capri pants because they’re not so nice. Are they even going to the same place? She’s going to mime school and he’s going backpacking in the Black Forest or something! His haircut actually belongs to a wee boy named Fritz who fancies wearing lederhosen.
So the last Footballers Wives evers aired last night on BBC. I’m still crying all over the place for two reasons: 1. This was my favorite show evers! 2. It bloody sucked! If you didn’t watch it yet, you best quit reading, slags, cuz I need to rant.
Webbsy died for bloody nothing! He recorded that damn conversation he had with Garry right before Garry killed his arse and Jackie left it with Tanya to deal with. Dumb ass Jacks!
Yeah, Tanya was all set to snort a line of coke laced with strychnine before she could blackmail Garry so a lot of bloody good that did. Boo hoo hoo.
Paolo never even showed up, and that pissed me off because that pyschotic bloke was hot! He was in a mental ward and stayed there for the whole flippin finale.
Liberty and Tremaine were probably going to split for good until she ran out of the ladies room with blood on her face (see the picture above) because some angry woman cut her with a broken bottle for her crimes against black morale. That Liberty chick seriously over acts and her screaming and shit was pretty damn fun.
Shannon and Callum were fighting over that inicident with his mum and Callum shagged some slag at the party Shannon threw for him, and so she got all butt-hurt and went crying in the bathroom until Liberty came in and found her (this is before she got her face butchered) and like any good friend, Liberty peer-pressured her into doing a line of coke.
Shannon on coke is pretty much the equivalent of a raver on ecstasy and so she goes all slutty on Calum Best (Lindsay Lohan’s fug ex-boyfriend — why the hell was he in an episode of Footballers Wives???) to get even.
Lucy and Bruno got back together on account of her pregnancy, but really, she might be knocked up with Tremaine’s baby and not Bruno’s because she asked the doctor if he could tell whether or not her baby would be “black or white”.
None of this probably made any sense. Sorry. I’m really emotionally fragile right now. Sob.
I’ll be blunt: I have a bloody headache and my computer is slower than Jessica Simpson right now, so I’ve decided to go to bed and take a day off from gossip.
I found this cool site on Etruscan Art for you guys if you are so inclined. I’d check it out if I were you because there’s hell of cool stuff on this site. I would go straightaway to the “Tombs” section if I were yous.
Thanks for reading me, slags. I appreciate it for reals,
Anna
P.S. There is a big bag of peanuts with your name stenciled on the side if you can name the tomb from whence comes the image I posted. * “Trouble” from SNARKY BLACK CHICKS got the correct answer! Thanks for playing along, Troubs!
P.P.S. * For Gossip, please visit all of my hot slag pals in the blogroll. Noticias-Chismes, Danae’s Bored and The Beatniks are my personal favs.
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