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The Ghetto Gotti Boys.
What a bunch of spoiled sniveling little punk asses. They'd fucking cry over a hangnail or spilled hair gel. Two of them
are prettier than your daughter and I'd bet at least one of them has a pussy.
These bitchy little brats do nothing but make other peoples lives hell. They torment & intimidate with a shake of
their shellacked skulls. Perfectly savage tan, blingin' to the max bling, with their choice of babes. They think their shit
don't stink because their grandfather was a mobster. Big fucking deal, he's dead.
Frank, Carmine and John Gotti
Victoria Gotti, John's daughter and the boys' mother, looks like 'Geriatric Cosmetic Surgery' Barbie. Botox, collagen,
silicone, it's all there. Top it off with platinum blonde hair extensions and makeup to match. Nasty ol' hooch!
Punk'd Paralysis: Did they or didn't they? People magazine says Demi Moore and Ashton Kutcher are hitched and that's good
enough for us. Despite rumors that it was all a gag for Kutcher's MTV show, we're guessing that Moore is way too old-school
to yank the chains of all her Hollywood pals. It's the tabloids who are getting Punk'd here--nothing dissipates a sexy scoop
like the absence of facts and photos. By delaying any official acknowledgement or comment, they're diffusing the media frenzy.
Even OK magazine's rumored $3 million bounty for proof-of-marriage pictures hasn't done the trick. So, hearty congratulations
are in order for Demi and Ashton. Not for the alleged marriage but for outwitting the press.
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Honeymoon Road Warriors: Sometimes relationships fail because people have too much emotional baggage. For Renée Zellweger
one reason for her split with Kenny Chesney may be a more literal luggage overload. At least that's what the National Enquirer
says was a catalyst for their bust-up. It began sweetly with Renée planning a two-week second honeymoon, tagging along with
her singing cowboy and his band on their tour bus. But apparently, once Kenny and the band began stubbing their toes on her
many, many, many suitcases, the singer blew his cool and ordered most of Renée's stuff shipped home. Renée didn't take kindly
to Kenny's country-macho behavior. The second honeymoon lasted a total of one day. Sources say that's about the time Zellweger
started humming that old tune, "Just Walk Away Renee."
Bottle Scars
Suge KnightThank hubba heavens! Paris Hilton and Lindsay Lohan are certainly making the boys talk (and then some)--and not
with whom you'd think. Read randy on. More upsetting is the no-fun fact that the White House and Suge Knight's "people" aren't
talking to me. On the record, that is.
Jennifer Aniston, with a male companion at Lino. New restaurant in Maliboo. Said male was a director-type, friendly Biz behavior,
nothing romantic. Damn. J.A. was dressed casually chic--beige long-sleeve tee 'n' jeans. No makeup. Looked good. Maybe she
is moving on, let's hope so--and, no, I still don't think Vince Vaughn has a damn thing to do with it, mattress-wise, at least.
Eternally in search of that chipper mood she can never seem to find was...
Julia Stiles, loitering, almost leering, outside a grocery store. 14th Street and Seventh Avenue. InWhySee. Light blue
blouse and orange patterned skirt. I know--not good. But wait, it gets worse: Dark blue wrap coverin' up all those blond locks.
Almost as clandestine was...
Josh Lucas, all by himself as doormen walked him into Nacional. Hell-Ay. Kinda sad, maybe? It's not fun for anyone to
hit a club without a friend or hoochie-coochie g-f in tow. I mean, doesn't Josh-baby watch Entourage? He could learn a thing
or two from...
Adrien GrenierAdrian Grenier, combining charity with self-promotion for the Clothes Off Our Back auction. L'Ermitage Hotel.
Bev Hills. Adrian created a tee that gave props to his band the Honey Brothers. All the proceeds go to Katrina survivors.
And maybe his band gets a deal? Hey, if you can do two kinds of good at once, why not? Also lendin' a hand was...
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