Either one. But the story about how these stories shouldn't be leaked, and the person who slept with Katy is a terrible person for talking about it, goes to Jezebel.

There will be some dark horse had tonight.

When a random person comes with an "I slept with Katy Perry" story tomorrow. And does it go on Gawker or Deadspin? Who gets that scoop?!

Sounds like she's on quite the Journey.

I see they found a dress-sized bowtie for her to wear

It was originally supposed to be a much darker film, if you can believe it. But they were like "umm, that won't sell as well and Julia smiles sooooooo big, so..."

I'm not convinced the best spokesman for a faster, more dangerous brand of motorsport is a guy who had his face burned off racing a car.

It would be easier for Lou if he just referred to him by his given name, Ameer Clay.

This injury serious jeopardizes his pro prospects. Now how will he support his wives and children?

Don't forget Katy Perry asking, "Is this the one with the cocks?"

I didn't do a double-take until she basically told Oklahoma QB Trevor Knight that she wanted to fuck him on the air.

Cause, baby, you're a firework

Was talking dirty to Mr. Hot on the phone late one night...and talking wasn't enough. Headed out for the 45 minute drive to his house. In a very dark area on a country road I hit a moose with my car. Totalled the car. When the state trooper arrived, he let me use his phone to call Mr. Hot, who came and picked me up,…

Stuff like this really adds to the case that Willie Mays had the greatest catch ever. That ball went at least 460'. Dead center at The Polo Grounds was 483'.

Pretended to be Mormon. This may sound weird, but the girl was convinced that anal didn't count as legit sex.

When I was 15 I used to steal my parents car in the middle of the night, drive 15 miles through LA to my girlfriend's apartment, where she would sneak up to the roof so as to avoid her ex naval officer father hearing us and subsequently murdering me, and have gross teenager sex until 6am. Then, because my girlfriend…

I was on the other side of this scenario once, but I think she borrowed the bike.

Stuck in a terrible, loveless marriage. Joined Adult Friend Finder on my birthday. Four days later, I'm tied to a hotel bed and have seven (not a typo) orgasms in less than three hours after literally NONE in years. And we've had two more equally satisfying sessions since. Do I win? ;)

Drove my date to a bar in Camden, NJ (look that up if you dare) during the height of the crack epidemic in the '90s. She told me it was to pick up her paycheck. Turns out it was a biker bar and she was going there to buy crack from the bartender. And this isn't your weekend white guys riding bikes for fun-type of…