Star Magazine is reporting that 22 yr old southern hottie Leighton Meester’s IMDB profile may be a bit fudged. Star says that Leighton was actually born in a Texas jail (where her mom was doing time for drug running) and not in Marco Island Florida like her bio reports. From Star:

Leighton Meester, who plays the privileged Blair Waldorf in the hot TV series, was born while her mother was serving a federal prison sentence in Texas. The mom was allowed to stay in a halfway house for the birth, but had to return to prison on the day Leighton turned three months. The future star was raised by a relative while mom served out her sentence for her role in a major drug-running ring.

None of those details appear in the actress’ bio, which falsely lists the young star as being born in Marco Island, Fla., where her parents moved in the late ’80s.

And Leighton’s mom isn’t the only member of her family with a record — her father, grandfather and aunt all did hard time in federal prisons for drug dealing! (STAR)

So her whole family is in the Dixie Mafia. Which means her sexiness just went up 1000%, but so did your chance of ending up at the bottom of a well with your head and fingers cut off if you date her. Hey y’all!

A photographer has been arrested for allegedly stalking Jamie Lynn Spears and Casey Aldridge (better known as the guy who is being passed off as the real father of Jamie Lynn’s baby).

Edwin W. Merino, 30, of Los Angeles, posted bond Tuesday. He is scheduled to appear in court next week.

Authorities in Liberty, a small town in southwest Mississippi near the Louisiana border, said Merino wouldn’t leave the pregnant Spears and her fiance, Casey Aldridge, alone. (Yahoo News)

He’s a paparazzo. Isn’t it his job to stalk people? I think the real crime here is the lack of social programs and aid for the indigent in the deep south. And also, how good my ass looks in these new Diesel Jeans. Rreeow.

Here’s some pics of Jamie Lynn Spears before she got pregnant, because pregnant teens creep me out. I’m running out of aliases ladies.

Britney Spears has left executives at her label, Jive Records, stunned after she backed out of a Timbaland produced duet with ex-boyfriend Justin Timberlake. The song, which the label hoped would serve as the comeback Britney is looking for, was to be performed at this years VMA’s. Sources can offer no explanation other than Britney Spears is a fucking retard:

“Timbaland set aside a week out of his crazy schedule to do this – and then, just before she was supposed to fly out, Britney abruptly canceled the session and refused to do the song. “It’s crazy,” the insider added. “She’s looking for a comeback, and this would have not only been a huge hit, but something she could have opened the MTV Video Awards with and really blown everyone away.” Another insider said, “Listen, everyone is worried. In her mind, her album is done and she’s done enough work . . . She’s an easy target right now, because she’s . . . sick. People like her are sick. It’s like an anorexic who’s sick in the head and needs help. She needs help. It’s sad because what she’s got – and we’ve heard it’s like bipolar disorder – can easily be treated with medication, but she won’t do it.”

Of course Britney was going to fuck this up. It’s Britney. She’s probably recorded 12 songs about cigarettes and pie. And Slim Jims. It’s pretty safe to say that I’d rather listen to firetrucks at an orphanage than anything on this idiot’s album.

Britney driving in LA without her wig, makeup, or sanity:

Britney’s comeback will probably look a little something like this.

Source

In an interesting turn of events, K-Fed is giving Britney a good kick in the balls she’s grown. Don’t tell me she doesn’t have them. Any chick who shaves her head has a set hidden somewhere.

K-Fed Up should be his new moniker. He is sick and tired of his Ex’s stupidity and believes the kids would be better off with him. I say, good for him. Take your kids from the crazy bitch! Cracking into cars, giving the paparazzi crotch shots (which Fatback loves, ya know), and doing only god knows what the fuck all else, surely isn’t the example you want for your kids.

I never thought I would see the day when I thought K-Fed was a stand up parent, but hey, hell does freeze over occasionally it seems. ‘Course he could just be in it for the money.

As we first reported, K-Fed is going back to court asking for more custody of the kids. Federline just agreed to a 50/50 split. Then, he turned around almost immediately and filed papers asking for 70/30. So why such a sudden change of heart? (source)

It sucks that even in today’s courts you have judges who think the mother is the perfect one for the kids. Not so. Plenty of hot men out there who are excellent fathers. No, I have no clue what the fuck their hotness has to do with it, but damn, I like me some beefalicious daddy.

Alright, catch you later, got to recharge the batteries to the Venus.

These aren’t new, but neither is Britney Spears’ Schadenfruede.

Even when drunk, it appears that Lindsay Lohan may be a better driver than Britney Spears. I mean hell…the girl has wrecked two cars, stole a car almost killed someone and ended up in rehab. Britney on the other hand can’t even park without cracking into another car. Getting out of her ride proves to be a problem, too. Drive into a car, then slam your door into same vehicle, show us your crotch. Super. Smart.

The video and pics are plastered all over the ‘net, so it’s gonna be real hard for her to try to worm out of it. With her bankroll, it’ll be easy to slip some cash to the other driver. Then again, maybe she can loan the chick who owns the car her Manny for an hour.

If they do it in Vegas, that’s legal.

When you’re rich, you can afford to buy a man instead of a dildo. At least, that’s what it looks like Britney Spears has done. Sure, everyone thinks he is her ‘manny’, but Valkyrie knows the real deal.

What Brit-Brit has is a bone-a-fide walking, talking sex puppet. And why not? Nothing much hotter than a little bit of white trash walking around with a sex toy. I walk down the street with my venus butterfly turned on high, because that’s how I roll. True story.

At least Britney has the sense to hire someone to look after her kids. I mean, Britney hasn’t proven to be the brightest when it comes to child care. Who the fuck lets their baby fall out of a high chair? Ok, so it happens, but I wonder if the genius even strapped the kid in position in the first place.

Oh and with the divorce final now, I wonder how long it will be before Britney begins giving some public love to her paid dick?

Whatever. Baby sitter/Fuck Buddy, it’s cheaper when you buy in bulk.

So this whole story about Paris Hilton making out with and lapdancing Cisco Adler . . . well Miss Lennox just doesn’t get it. I’m beginning to think that if you are part of young Hollywood that it’s just obligatory to hook up with anyone in your cohort. Typically I wouldn’t care who Paris hooks up with—I mean who can keep up anyway?—but in this case she hooked up with someone who I passed over, and with good reason . . . he’s Cisco Adler, ex fiancé of Kimberley Stewart, ex-boyfriend of Mischa Barton, perhaps best known for his saggy, elephant balls which accompany any internet posting of him, including this one, and the epitome of dirty–like if you even breathed in the air he exhaled you would catch something super virulent.

My run-in with Cisco goes like this . . . last December my best friend and I went to see Toby Rand’s band Juke Kartel play at a small club in Atlanta. In fact, it was a small enough venue that we ran right into Toby at the bar. We started to talk to him only another guy in his group was doing all the talking, if you could call it that. He was obviously blitzed and rambling so incoherently that I thought he was part of Toby’s band because he seemed to be speaking with an accent (Juke Kartel is from Australia). He blubbered his way through telling me what nice tits I had, and that was basically the only part of what he said that I understood.

Later on that evening when the band Whitestarr took the stage, we realized the rambling, dirty drunk was their lead singer. I then realized he was Cisco Adler, i.e. at the time, Mischa Barton’s boyfriend. On stage he was quite appalling. He kept pulling his jeans down lower and lower so that what was showing bypassed his Happy Trail and moved right onto Pubeland. And he kept touching himself. I’m not sure why.

When Whitestarr finished, Cisco walked into the audience and somehow found his way to me. I didn’t know he was there until I felt someone grab my left boob from behind. I pushed the hand away, whipped around, and asked what the hell he was doing. “I couldn’t resist. Your tits are so nice,” he casually explained. Classy! I laughed really loudly out of disgust and shot him an eat-shit look. “So you’re not going to sleep with me, I take it?” he asked and pouted. Uhhhh, hell no! “Not even a kiss?” he begged and put his arms around me from behind. Again, hell no. Then my best friend hit him with her purse and told him he was disgusting, and he walked away, most likely to try his luck on someone else.

As for me, I’ll leave the making out with Cisco Adler to skanky girls such as Paris, thank you. And as for Cisco, I’m newly pissed at him. Now, every time the damn commercial for his upcoming VH1 show, “The Rock Life,” comes on my boyfriend goes, “That’s the dude that grabbed your tits! I’ll fucking kill that punk!” Every time. You know how annoying it is to hear my boyfriend get all macho and threaten to kill someone one TV? Yeah, thanks a lot Cisco!

Yeah, I’ll say it. Who. Gives. A. Fuck.

There. Now the rest of the world can thumb their noses at little ol’ Valkyrie, a girl who doesn’t give two shits about the Becks bending whatever it is he bends, or some dumbass NFL player who was dumb enough to get caught in a dog fighting racket. Nope, and I don’t care about the welfare of these dogs. Why? Because I don’t. I’m betting about a few million other people don’t either.

Oh, there will be a ton of pissed off PETA bitches whining about the poor, loyal pit bulls and other doggies who got bit the fuck up and killed.

Yeah, well, fuck ‘em.

I have an idea that will solve my give-a-fuckedness. Take the Bex, Vick, and four or five fighting pit bulls, put them all in a large enclosure with an electric fence and a closed circuit camera. Sell video.

Now that’s something I would love to cover. So why do I have pictures of hot naked biker chicks? Well, because that’s way hotter than dead doggies, sugar! PS. Sorry about the pic of your mom. Slut!

Jessica Simpson might be stalking John Mayer. Apparently, her flagging singing/acting/socialiting career has left her chasing pasty white boys. Good thing she has a great rack to keep her alive. Hollywood rulez.

A guest at the Sunset Marquis in West Hollywood said that on Monday morning John Mayer was yelling into his phone: “He said ‘Jess’ a bunch of times, so I would think he was talking to Jessica Simpson. He looked wiped out, circles under his eyes, and some pal was grabbing him coffee while he was having this fight over the phone. There was a lot I couldn’t hear, but at the end before he hung up, he told her to stop calling, stop texting, stop all of it – leave me alone! He was shaking his head back and forth like, ‘God, make her stop,’ and his friend was sort of chuckling at him.” (source)

Far be it for us to doubt a source, but I’m not so sure about this one. Anyway, let’s assume that this (like all  the other shit we publish) is true. John could just be saying all that just to start gossip. He’s banged every hot chick in Hollywood. It’s not like he’s desperate.

So, how does John looking “wiped out” differ from every other day of the week?? He looks like he’s one transfusion away from full on cadaver. Ok, I haven’t actually seen a cadaver in person. But on CSI Miami that one time…you know, the one where they found the body in the weird place and Horatio made that snappy quip while taking his sunglasses off  just before the opening music?  That was my favorite episode. EVER.

Young Brit singer Joss Stone thinks she’s unlucky in love. Maybe it’s because she’s dating the wrong kind of guys..err..girls..err human?

The 20-year-old, who has been desperate to be in a relationship since splitting from her first love Beau Dozier in 2005, is now considering giving up on men altogether. Joss told Britain’s The Times magazine: “I think I’ll have to turn lesbian. “Every girl my age wants to be in a relationship. I haven’t had one in two years and look how that ended. I only wish I had something to tell the gossip columnists.” (source)

See, now that’s the kind of gossip I like to read over my morning cup of joe. Nothing gets my day started quite like young, prurient lesbionage. Actually, nothing gets my day started quite like Marco the house boy’s cocktail of steamy pool sex and vodka crans, but I suppose a 20 year old bitter girl turning to lesbianism is a close second, especially if said girl is wicked hot like Joss Stone. She’s scary, like I’ll stab you with a Sharpie in the middle of the night, laugh until the cops come then act surprised to learn you have ink poisoning kinda scary. Seems a little rash to jump sexes with one soured relationship, but far be it for me to deny her time to explore the softer side and ultimately the private videos that will land on You Tube, then the endless phone calls from mom asking what the fuck? Fuckin’ A, I knew I should’ve said no. Fuck you.