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Nip/Tuck star Joely Richardson (Julia McNamara) has decided to leave the show momentarily to care for her daughter, who was diagnosed with circulation problems when she was born. Her daughter is set to receive multiple surgeries. Hurry back, Julia!

Richardson admits she had no choice when it came to deciding to quit her hit show. She adds, “I love my work but I had to be in two places at once and I thought, ‘If it were all over tomorrow, what would I regret?’ It would be not being there for her.” Richardson fears she’ll never be able to return to “Nip/Tuck,” but series creator Ryan Murphy is hoping her character Julia McNamara, will be back. He says, “I don’t want to do the show without her.” (source)

I am undeniably addicted to this show and no one will ever understand the bond like another addict. It’s scandalous, outrageous, racy, sexy, and dramatic. It’s like the TV version of my life, complete with lipo, expensive cars, naked women and midgets! Except I still have both my kidneys. While I’ve never cared for Joely’s character, which could be the mark of a good actress, I hate to see her go, especially now that she banged the male nanny (slash little person) Marlo. She’s upwards of 5’10’’; he’s downwards of 4’5’’. So many questions, so little time.

Britney Spears officially filed for divorce from Kevin Federline yesterday after appearing on the David Letterman show the night before looking extremely fit.

TMZ obtained the legal papers, filed today in Los Angeles County Superior Court, citing “irreconcilable differences.” In her petition, Spears asks for both legal and physical custody of the couple’s two children, one-year old Sean Preston and two-month old Jayden James, with Federline getting reasonable visitation rights.

As for money, sources tell TMZ the couple, who married in Oct. 2004, has an iron-clad prenup. Not surprisingly, Spears is waiving her right to spousal support. She’s also asking the judge to make each party pay their own attorney’s fees. (source)

When I heard this I thought it wasn’t real. Like on Christmas morning when you were 10 and you walked into the den – still rubbing your eyes and tired – but instead of a half a carton of Kool Menthols and a pack of Steakum, you see that shiny new bike you asked Santa for at the mall. Then you wake up because it was all dream. So, you just go have a smoke and breakfast sammie and cry all day. It’s like that, except this time the bad man really is going away. I guess I could have posted the official divorce document like everyone else, but you legal eagles have probably already seen that. Plus, It’s kind of hard to get excited about a legal filing when you can stare at Britney’s huge rack.

UPDATE: A dirty, dirty reader sent me a link to the alleged Britney Spears Sex Tape. This link is NSFW, meaning prepare to get fired if you click it from work. Britney Sex Tape?

Salma Hayek blah blah TV show blah blah Ugly Betty blah blah. BOOBS! I personally have one of the nicest racks this side of the Mason-Dixon (it’s been proven in 9 states, fellas!) and even I can’t help but drool over Salma Hayek’s devastatingly perfect rack. The only thing better would be if her bra was even more ill-fitting and revealing. Actually, it would be better if I was in the elevator with her and we accidentally got stuck for a few hours. We got stuck because I might have promised the elevator repairman a trip “around the world” to write down the wrong building address. But I digress. Boobs!

Emily here. I’ve been MIA, I know. Fucking cop cuffed me to the bed then forgot to leave the key! Who does that? Shanna Moakler is a crazy woman with too much time. She celebrated her divorce from Travis Barker by throwing a party in Vegas and creating a creepy cake as the highlight. Apparently, Vegas is the land of merriment for any occasion.

Funny thing. I, too, baked a cake when the ’state’ ruled I did not have to pay the fines for possession of killer good looks. Zing! It was clever in my mind, at least. I had no idea who Shanna Moakler was until recently, but she quickly soared to the top of my “shouldn’t be in public for fear of homicide” list. She’s fucking scary, like she’ll burn cigarettes into your back while making love on the kitchen floor, then splash you with a glass of vodka as she calls you a ‘perv’ and walks out the door, which makes her all the more attractive, which, incidentally, is the image I’m building so in summation: she’s my role model. Here’s some photos of Shanna from various places. That last one is a preview of the new stuff shot she just did. Dirty slave.