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I refuse to believe any bad words spoken or written about Naomi Watts, but I’ll say this about Schreiber: once, in a late-night fit of celeb-jealousy, I looked up Liev on wikipedia, thinking he must’ve come from some ridiculously privileged background. But it turned out his childhood and teen years were batshit crazy.

More recent reports indicate that Pitt at least smells good (like sandalwood, I’m told) at awards shows. So Angie’s got him showering a few times a year, anyway.

Johnny Depp seems like he would be quite stinky, too.

Then he made YOU pick up the butt.

Tom Hanks is in fact awesome! I key him on a set when I was an extra as a kid. Super cool, took the time to say hello and chat about nothing.

Wow. He’s a renowned sleeze, but that is beyond the pale.

Most sociopaths are.

Willie Nelson is a very warm, welcoming man. Obama has nerd charm out the yinyang and is very genuine when he shows gratitude to his staff.

That’s too bad because I’m using Amy Poehler for WORST celeb encounters. Hate to burst your bubble but I waited on her once at a restaurant and this little girl came up to ask for an autograph. Amy took her steak knife, plunged it into the girls throat, and then proceeded to cut out her heart and eat it with A1 sauce.

I don’t have a personal John Waters story, but I live in the ‘burbs outside Baltimore, and our local high school just did a production of the musical “Hairspray”. John Waters came to the show and sat in the audience and mingled with the crowd and the performers, and my 14-year-old daughter stood 3 feet from him and

I went to see a screening of the second Boondock Saints film (for all its deep and obvious flaws, I have an abiding fondness for the original, entirely because of the gorgeous men and all the homoeroticism) that included a panel discussion with Troy Duffy and a few of the actors afterward. The move was so awful I

I went to St. Andrews for university, so we had quite a few golf-loving celebs come through, especially during the Dunhill Cup. At one point I went out with a couple of my friends from hall to go watch some of it, and it was just as boring as you’d expect from, y’know, golf. So we’re talking about how boring it is and

At a Clap Your Hands Say Yeah! NYE show years ago, John Krasinski was drunk af and pushed me out of the way while trying to rush the stage. I fell into my friend as he bulldozed through everyone.

If you can’t afford to tip appropriately, you can’t afford to eat out.

I say qdoba... Is it really kuh doba? We don’t have any where I live so I’ve never heard it in advertising. For the longest time I thought it was chip-ol-Tay because the chipotle font transposed in my head and I’d never eaten there so never really thought about it. Then the Jack in the box commercial came out where

RR must have some serious charisma which is not properly transferring itself to me from the screen. I see a big goofball with close set eyes and poor acting skills. And yet he’s married both this lass and Scarlett Johannsen. How? How does he do that thing he does?

I expect an invite.

The difference is Blake’s family has money and connections and Leighton was born in prison to a single mother.

Am I the only one who is sad that this just proves even George Clooney has to starve himself to look good? I’ve determined fame and wealth aren’t worth it if I have to give up pizza. NEVER!!!

Yeah, this is a pretty cheap shot. Blast for her racist jokes and her job performance, not this shit.