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Nicole Richie Still Skinny
Nov 22nd
Ok, it’s the holidays and things are slow so I’m going through the posting queue and pulling out some also-rans. Enjoy the stale news bitches.
Repeat after me: Nicole Richie was not in rehab. She was in rehab, wasn’t she?
Nicole Richie wants to clear the air once and for all!
An eyewitness tells Life & Style that the skinny starlet, who had reportedly gone into rehab to seek help for her weight, marched up to gossip blogger Perez Hilton today at LA’s Coffee Bean & Tea Leaf and insisted to him: “I was NOT in rehab! Everyone was wrong. I did not go to rehab.†(source)
While probably laden with swimming pools, tennis courts, caviar and movie stars, I’m still pretty sure that building is considered an institution. And your seminar on ‘how to eat more than 6 raisins’ is probably considered therapy. And your 78-pound frame is almost certainly considered to be the cause of an eating disorder. I’m not a doctor, but I have watched several episodes of Grey’s Anatomy so I’m quite sure that qualifies me to make these judgments. Now I’m off to eat a cheeseburger (extra mayo!) while watching my “storiesâ€. Here are some pictures of April Scott a woman who knows what curves are supposed look like.
 
Omarosa And Her New Boobs: Size 38WTF
Oct 19th
Omarosa recently underwent plastic surgery for breast enhancement and she’s more than happy to speak out about the details.
No matter how obvious the change, most celebs try to keep their plastic surgery top secret. But not former Apprentice contestant Omarosa Manigault-Stallworth! The 32-year-old reality-show villain was happy to tell Star all about her recent boob job, which she underwent in March as part of the Discovery Channel’s new show, Plastic Surgery Before and After.
“I did it this way to avoid speculation,” she tells Star. “I’ve seen people be dishonest about it. Little girls will try to emulate them and don’t know they’ve gotten breast augmentations, Botox, and this and that.” (source)
Now that’s just irritating. Omarosa can get a fucking article in Star, and I can’t even get employment with Hooters. And mine are real, damnit! I’m considering calling my senator for support because my application didn’t warrant a return phone call. I learned every god damn wing sauce they had from turbo to mild, knew all the beers and everything. I even showed up for interview at the manager’s condo wearing nothing but fishnets and a smile to give him his deep tissue massage [with release]. Shit. Maybe I’m really porn star. I’m no whore! I’m an actress.
