She's refusing to take roles as a stripper. Maybe she could play a secret agent assassin. A secret agent assassin stripper.

What a brilliant idea, while waiting for your arraignment for beating a woman, why not hang out with a women's basketball team while they raise awareness about violence towards women. Christ Almighty.

After a day of heavy shopping Kim chowed down at Mr. Chow. After all, without her cellulite she's just the same as every other reality star out there.

You know, fierce like an alley cat. As in covered with scabs, with bloodshot eyes and matted hair.

Well, Paris is looking for a new BFF, that's only slightly more sleazy than being Hugh Hefner's No. 1.

If he's right, look out - there's a chubby guy with a beard out there somewhere who's going to steal your chicken wings and rap at you.

Brad is apparently tired of staying home and raising six zillion kids while Angelina makes action movies. It's like he's never seen Mr. Nanny - that's the best of both worlds.

She said she really admires the way Jennifer bounced back from her divorce, also that riding the Hindenburg was probably a pretty good time.