As far as we can tell, Julia Roberts appeals to a very specific type of moviegoer: 42-year-old secretaries with dull-brown bobs who have two cats, no children, live in rented apartments with floral curtains, drink Slim Fast, and eat an abundance of cabbage. Not a terribly large market. But for some reason movie bosses still think the former pretend hooker sells tickets and are willing to pay her handsomely to flash 82 teeth at a movie camera. How handsomely? How about half a million dollars per minute? That’s what she made for her six minutes of screen time in the
You might think this is sick (wait, we’re talking to CelebNewsWire readers, here; there’s no way in damnation you’ll think this is sick, you filthy perverts), but we love hearing about celebrities injuring their pee-pee areas. Channing Tatum’s boiled wiener is comedy gold around here. But today we’ve got charred hairpie on the menu. Yum! Sandra Bullock tells a tale of pube prettification gone wrong:
I decided for Valentine’s Day I would do a special hair thing. I wanted to try to create a pink heart shape with my lower hair. It was painful.
We assume that models don’t have the strength or energy to do things like hold grudges or throw hissyfits. All of the vitality they gain from munching on carrot sticks thrice daily goes into sticking out their boobs and pouting their lips when the flashbulbs start. But apparently Bar Refaeli has a bit more fortitude than your average model. And she’s using it to get really, really jealous that Brooklyn Decker is on the cover of the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue and not her. A source told the New York Daily News that Bar wasn’t too pleasant at the
Jennifer Garner seems about as wholesome as a Pottery Barn basket filled with downy baby kittens. She probably spends her days cleaning pudding stains out of onsies while simultaneously roasting a chicken, wallpapering the powder room, and teaching her children conversational French. Or so you would think. Really, she’s busy giving foot jobs to dolphins. OK, she only did it once. And she didn’t do it on porpoise. Hi yo! We’ll be here all week. Don’t forget to tip your waitress.
We generally don’t give two farts about the Super Bowl. It was probably childhood that did it, since our first experience of the big game involved singing “You’re lookin’ at the Fridge, I’m the rookie. I may be large, but I’m no dumb cookie” in music class. What could top that? But while we counteract our boredom with beer and Doritos (the official snack chip of the Super Bowl), some people just turn to humping. People like Gossip Girl stars Jessica Szohr and Ed Westwick. Says Page Six:
“Gossip Girl” co-stars and real-life lovers Ed Westwick and Jessica Szohr
When we heard back in December that Kate Hudson and A-Rod had broken up, we were devastated. We didn’t eat for weeks. We just weeped, “Why? Why?” over and over while stroking our A-Rod Topps card and watching Almost Famous. But in our heart there was hope. Hope that love would survive, even if it wasn’t with each other. And at last these two pretty people have moved on to other vaginas/man-pussies. A-Rod was seen canoodling with Cameron Diaz at a pre-Super Bowl party on Saturday. Says OK!:
“They were having a great time,” a partygoer tells OK! while
As far as we can tell, Julia Roberts appeals to a very specific type of moviegoer: 42-year-old secretaries with dull-brown bobs who have two cats, no children, live in rented apartments with floral curtains, drink Slim Fast, and eat an abundance of cabbage. Not a terribly large market. But for some reason movie bosses still think the former pretend hooker sells tickets and are willing to pay her handsomely to flash 82 teeth at a movie camera. How handsomely? How about half a million dollars per minute? That’s what she made for her six minutes of screen time in the
