Everybody's always trash talking the crack. Like it makes your teeth fall out, kills you, blah blah blah. Blah! When was the last time YOU took a ride down the sidewalk in a shopping cart. And not only took a ride down the sidewalk in a cart, but did it with one shoe on while smoking a cigarette. Courtney Love enjoying the summer.
Phoebe Price was on the beach posing for the photogs this weekend when one of them asked her about that supposed forged invite to the Chanel party. You know the invite she drove all the way home to get, after the Chanel PR girls banned her from entering the party because, as they expained to her, she doesn't live up to the Chanel brand. Of course the whole thing is very embarrassing for Pheebs. A forged invite!?!? How could she. And getting banned twice!! How sad. So she explains to X17:
I definitely was invited to the Chanel party, I have an invitation, but when I went back home to get it, she said I forged it or something. So you know what, from now on Chanel can talk to my attorneys and we will be filing a lawsuit if the apology isn't in, so thanks everybody for your support.
That's right! Let the lawyers deal with it. There's more important things in life like enjoying the beach with the paps.
Sober people do this all the time! Cracked out Amy Winehouse and Pete Doherty have found some new friends in little baby mice. And they filmed it! They actually figured out how to do some pretty cool special effects with the camera, which is pretty cool. These hairless mice creep me out way more then the crackheads. Here you go:
Naomi Campbell spat! On a cop and they don't like that.
Aggromi couldn't find one of her three carry-ons at the airport. The Sun says she started 'ranting and screaming' in the terminal. Cops tried to calm her down and she spat on one. A person waiting for a plane said “She attacked a male police officer and spat at him and she was taken to the airport police station." And it was a 4pm flight! So she was there in the middle of the day. Hopefully she was lit at like 2pm causing a mess.
And fuck! You really have to cause a riot in the terminal to get these guys this pissed. One time I was quivering so hard in LAX for like six hours from a horrid hangover. When I finally boarded the plane realized I forgot my carry on in the terminal. I ran off the plane and down the thing with all the security chasing me. I grabbed my bag, and they were still pretty cool. Let me right back on!
Steve-O is doing research. Noooooo! Internet in rehab is baaaaad. Steve-O is studying Higher Powers and has stumbled across our astrological end. Help!! Here's Steve and the Age of Aquarius, which is going to begin in less then four years:
It’s time to stop doing anything that you don’t want everyone, and I mean, literally, everyone, to know that you have done. Call it a hunch, but, I believe that the time for us humans to be seeing through only two eyes and thinking with individual minds is EXTREMELY limited (i.e. only until 2012, when the Age Of Aquarius Begins). Here is something that I just read on the Internet while doing Higher Power research for rehab:
Blah blah blah
About the paradigm shift of 2012, if I’m wrong, that’s fine with me, after all, I’m bipolar, with manias for days! I’m just saying, "be real careful, don’t misbehave, that’s all you gotta know to be Saved!
There is no way I'm being good for four years because of the paradigm shift of 2012. But if you really care read the rest of Steve-O's blog HERE.
When you've lost it at least you can still go on MySpace. Steve-O is blogging life behind padded walls. He's getting sensitive! Steve-O made friends with a wrist-cutting lawyer. Hopefully it becomes a trend!! Nah just kidding, most of the lawyers who threaten to sue us are dicks, but we don't wish early death. Here's Steve:
Pretty wild to wait until you’re hidden away in the "nut house" to become self-conscious about the way you look. But here I am, with "Mint Julep Masque" caked onto my face, with hopes that it will tone down the wrinkles that have set into my skin. Each morning I join my fellow looney tunes in filing into our "activity room" for our "grooming group." When I first sat down to treat myself to a shave, I felt unfortunate to be peering into the magnifying side of the portable make-up mirror that was issued to me for the session. I had never seen the toll that my years have taken on my flesh so vividly. At first, I was genuinely upset, especially for noticing all of the grey hairs that the magnifying mirror revealed.
Heather Locklear and her boyfriend Jack Wagner had lunch in Malibu this weekend. And they're stoked! Last week Heather's shrink hysterically called 911 saying"I have feeling she's suicidal," possibly over fights with Jack. But Heather's not crazy. Her rep says so:
"[I] spoke with Heather and she is fine. She never requested medical assistance and did not place a 911 call. Nor did anyone from her house call 911 or place a call requesting medical assistance."
Plus I can tell. All crazy women have great sexy hair and never wear hats. WTF! When you're on the pills and the vodka the mirror is your best friend.
Steve-O is nuts! Check out the most wacked out coked up video of Steve HERE. At the least you'll learn to juggle! Steve-O updated his blog this morning by acknowledging he's wacked:
"You should all know I am in the looney bin" it reads, "They call it "code 5150," that means "psycho,"legally, f*ckin bat-shit, certifiably. I'm outta my mind, believe-you-me. How'd I get this way? How can this be? It's gotten so bad there's nothing left of me."
Kate Moss has two crazy girls obsessed with her. And she's freaked! Kate's spotted them sitting in their little Renault Clio at least six times, just starring into her house. Kate speaks: "I'm really scared... I think they are stalking me. They're always here, doing nothing. It's freaking me out."
Kate gathered up the balls once to go ask them what they are doing. They said their car broke down and Kate ran off horrified. One of Kate's friends says it's really starting to get to her:
"It's really spooky and totally freaking Kate out. The girls are just weird. There are often a couple of photographers outside the house, and even they are suspicious of these girls.
"They just sit and stare at the house for hours on end. And if anyone approaches them, they drive around the back of the house and then come back."
Poor Kate! The girls just want free shit. Give 'em a tank top, an autograph and Pete Doherty's phone number and tell 'em to scram. Scram! Here's Kate viewing art earlier this week.
