Our favorite traitor to the sisterhood Marriane Garvey is up to her old tricks again, in today's NY Post. Who's her target this time? Find out after the jump.
When we saw the headline on the latest copy of the UK's Heat magazine, we just couldn't stop ourselves shelling out $4.60, just to find out who, who, WHO is famous and taking drugs!!!! It was like all our heavenly dreams had rolled up in a big ball and sprinkled themselves with icing sugar and then baked themselves…
It's kind of tough getting a new angle on the tired old format of the exercise video, but yet again, our friends in Japan have succeeded where few dared to tread. Exercise yourself to superhero powers! Complete with bonus sinister laughing masked man in tights!
Online dating site photos are second only to passport photos in that they can instantly convert one from a sexy little saucepot into a member of the Baader-Meinhof gang with just a click of the camera. But luckily, we've found Lookbetteronline, which promises to
get us laid improve our chances at meaningful and…
KATIE: "I fucking hate you."
"Ma'am, we're not going to go down there and enforce your Western Bacon Cheesburger."
It seems that people are puzzled by the mysterious attraction between 40-year-old fat, hairy, monstrously-ugly airline tycoon Sir Stelios Haji-Ioannou, and lithe, beautiful ,26-year-old model and former Miss Great Britain, Brooke Johnston.
Poor old Jenna Jameson is countering the ravages of age and life spent faking orgasms for a living, by having her lips pumped and her nose shaved to within an inch of its life:
If you've ever wondered why Juliette Lewis' rock and roll career has failed to set the world alight, you could do worse than check this out. There's probably a reason why Beyonce never got drunk and put on hot pink tights and pretended to be Mick Jagger with Alzheimer's.
Like just about everyone else, we only read Vogue for the adverts. After all, we have no interest in finding out what anorexic interior designers, married to metrosexual avant garde carpenters, think about the newest hotel in Morocco. And after the jump, we bring you our analysis of some of the best adverts in British …
You know how it is. You're thinking of buying that luxury purple harness with three jelly attachments, but heck, $119 is a lot of money, so you need to know that this puppy is REALLY going to spice things up sex-wise.
For those Stepford couples we see mooning at each other as they stroll smugly through Central Park on a crisp Spring Sunday morning, we have the ultimate gift:
Our boundless devotion to the hotness and talent of Jamie Foxx took a severe dent today with the news that he's a fan of this:
Today's New York Post brings us conclusive evidence that sacked Long Island teacher Lauren Berrios is indeed a) a witch, and b) madder than a bag of monkeys. They say she "couldn't have looked nuttier in court yesterday if she donned a pointy hat and flew around on a broom."
We were pretty excited when we heard that a leading British chain store had produced a copy of this jacket:
There's a reasonably obscure, but usually lethal disease called Necrotizing Fasciitis, which once it gets into your body, basically eats you alive.
Tabloid editors the world over went into major panic when it emerged that the downtrodden staff at Elizabeth Hurley's second wedding ceremony in India this weekend would be banned from witnessing the actual ceremony. After all, these are precisely the people who can often be relied on to spill the beans to Star, Us…