The Boss was born to cheat!
Even though Bruce Springsteen has been married to wife Patti Scialfa for 17 years (with three children to boot), Springsteen’s name was dropped in divorce papers of a supposed former mistress from her husband!
New Jersey businessman Arthur Kelly stated in the divorce papers filed with a New Jersey court last month that his wife, Ann, “committed adultery with one Bruce Springsteen, who resides in Rumson, N.J., and Colts Neck, N.J., at various times and places too numerous to mention.”
Yikes!!!
Ann has been trying desperately to save face telling pals that she and The Boss are “just friends” but sources tell a different story!
“…There have been rumors going around the area for more than a year that they had gotten way too close after meeting at a local gym,” an insider informed reporters.
This isn’t the first time Springsteen has been accused of cheating either!!
It’s been rumored that Bruce began fooling around with his current wife, Patti, while still married to then-wife Julianne Phillips! The Boss was also accused of having an alleged affair with a 9/11 widow in 2006!
Once a cheater, always a cheater!
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I’m really not sure to whom this poster is supposed to appeal — for one thing, it makes Grey Gardens look like it’s a hybrid of The Mary Tyler Moore Show and Driving Miss Daisy:
And for another, despite the fact that we’ve all JUST read on every gossip site how much weight Drew Barrymore lost during shooting, her picture appears to imply there is a very uplifting story arc in which Little Edie gets her wisdom teeth out. So it’s for… very elderly yet plucky former dental hygienists? Glad we cleared that up, HBO.
More pics of Kathy Griffin’s beach-ready bikini photoshoot for OK! Magazine have made their way onto the Interwebs.
Mayjah!
“I’ve become insufferable, tormenting my friends, saying, ‘Do you know I have a banging bikini bod?’ That should be my new name: Banging Bikini Bod Griffin,” the faboosh funnywoman joked with the mag.
Kathy spilled the deets on the key to her trim figure:
“I work out five days a week for an hour to an hour and a half, and my personal trainer comes to the house… I need to have my ass kicked,” Kathy revealed.
Griffin also debunked rumors swirling on the plasticity of her face and body!
When was the last time the D-List star went under the knife, anyway???
“Not since 2003 when I had a face-lift,” says Kath. “My breasts are very real and very floppy. Why have surgery when you could just get a good freaking bra?”
Preach it!
Octo-mom, Nadya Suleman, is fighting back!
When asked if she’d sue over a recent article about her and the litter kids in In Touch Weekly, Nadya responds with, “I might. For defamation of Character. Cause all of it is lies. All of it. Not even 99%. One hundred percent of it is lies.”
Oh, and what about that free volunteer group Angels in Waiting, which provided nurses to help take care of the octuplets which Nadya fired?
According to Octo-Mom, they weren’t even free to begin with since “the public pays for it” and Nadya refused to have that.
Oh, and apparently those “free” nurses already had foster parents lined up to take the kids away from Octo-Mom. The mother of 14 says the nurses were setting her up with fake photos, placing dirty bottles in her house and snapping pictures.
They were apparently telling her to leave the house more often so they could take care of the kids. More like abduct the kids, Nadya claims.
Is Octo-mom really crazy? Did In Touch lie about her? Are Angels in Waiting really trying to screw her over? Or maybe a little bit of everything….
Check out all Nadya has to say (above)!
Dasani, which is tap water bottled by Coca-Cola, will now use Chilli from TLC to pitch their refreshment to black people as a beauty product. [Brandweek]
Us Weekly hives former Danity Kane hoochie Aubrey O’Day a makeoverunder in their new issue.
And she looks soooooooo much better, don’t ya think????
Lose the porn star makeup and keep this up, Skanky!
Living the cliché.
I am wrestling with this issue right now. See, we have a mouse who’s been leaving the unhygienic evidence of his existence around the kitchen (and yes, I am steadfastly asserting that there is just one and will put fingers in ears if necessary to maintain the fiction.) I want the mouse gone. Like most people, I don’t think of myself as being scared of mice, leaping up on a table and screeching like someone out of a dated cartoon. And yet, while I’m not exactly frightened, there’s something super-disconcerting about seeing something mobile, something living, scuttle across one’s peripheral vision, or hear an ominous after-dark rustling in the bags one keeps under the sink. In our carefully curated lives, it’s unsettling to find an aggressively rogue element disturbing our equilibrium and I, for one, am not well equipped to deal with it.
Given the age of my preferred domiciles, vermin are nothing new…a few buildings ago, I had a highly eccentric landlady who, in addition to lecturing me and my friends about the evils of living in sin with boyfriends, would catch any mice in her bare hands and bear them out, squeaking, with an extremely satisfied look on her face. When my boyfriend put out a glue trap once and we were awoken by pitiful squeaking, I broke down: who were we, I said, to kill and maim just because an innocent creature had had the ill-fortune to wander into a space that we had arbitrarily designated as our own and pretended was separate from nature? My boyfriend carefully cleansed the mouse’s paws with oil and released him, where he lumbered off slowly, sure to be picked up by the first predator who came along.
I have friends who kill mice with impunity. One couple’s apartment was next to a construction site and the resulting flood of mice was so dramatic that at the height of the problem, they were catching a Pied Piper-style seven to ten a day, which he quickly dispatched. To anyone raised with more nature than the occasional rabid squirrel and ratty pigeon - never mind the proverbial “on a farm” — getting sentimental — or scared — about a tiny mouse probably seems unbelievably silly. But I can neither live with them nor kill them, surely some kind of horrible Rousseau’s paradox for the modern city-dweller. Worst of all, I make my boyfriend deal with it which, besides being the worst kind of cliché , is really unfair. So come clean, dear reader: Do you kill? Cry? Scream? Catch and release? Pass the buck? How do you deal with one of the few reminders of inter-species cohabitation left to us?
Retired rapper and mogul Jay-Z is finding creative ways to make money!
Parlux Fragrances, Inc has teamed with Jay-Z’s Iconic Fragrances to sign up some music names with their own perfume.
The latest two artists getting their own fragrances will be Rihanna and Kanye West. Basically, RiRi and Kanye will get their scents out, and Jay-Z will get a piece of every sale.
Smart! At least for Jay-Z.
Parlux’s CEO said they are happy to be working with Jay-Z’s Iconic, adding “We are extremely excited to begin work on our projects with Rihanna and Kanye West. Each is an extremely highly regarded celebrity at the top of his or her profession who is undoubtedly going to make an indelible impression in the fragrance industry, just as each has done in the entertainment world.”
As for Jay-Z, he also commented, saying “We are excited for the opportunity to partner with Parlux and their management team in the launch of these dynamic new brands. This venture will take what is already a successful franchise at Parlux to a new level.”
And Jay-Z isn’t alone.
Paris Hilton has also worked with Parlux, as has Jessica Simpson.
But please, whatever happens, DON’T give Robert Pattinson a fragrance contract!
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Oh, honey.
I don’t think that’s how your seatbelt was supposed to work.
Dancing baby tomato head busts out some new moves!
HIGHlarious.
