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It seems that Friday's official announcement that Tori Spelling's marriage is over has awakened an unwelcome exhibitionist streak in the bug-eyed sometime actress, as she and a new pal horrified two of our readers (dining separately) by doing everything but screwing on the hostess stand at Buddha's Belly last night. Our correspondents share their misfortune :

I was sitting at Buddha's Belly having dinner with friends when out of the blue, who appears but Donna Martin herself, Tori Spelling, joined by a male companion (who was not her now ex-husband). After informing my dining companions of her separation from whoever it was she was married to, I went back to enjoying a delicious pan-Asian dinner. I hadn't really noticed the guy she came in with, and the only thing I actually assumed was that they both had botched nose jobs from the same plastic surgeon, until...I witnessed a full on, tongue-down-the-throat, same side of the booth, body-groping makeout session at their table. It was shocking, actually. Buddha's Belly is pretty low key and small. No one makes out there, especially an ex-teen starlet who just went public with her divorce announcement 48 hours ago! Oh, Donna...isn't that type of behavior more Brenda's speed?

The second account is after the jump:

Still cringing from the sight of Tori Spelling fellating some random guy's face for at least an hour and a half tonight (9/20) at Buddha's Belly, mecca of Pacific Rim Cuisine For Whitey. Seriously, Kyle — she looked like a teensy little yellow-haired space alien and was literally licking this dude's nose and forehead between bouts of tonsil hockey. I'm glad she managed to get across to the entire restaurant how happy she is to be running free once more, but did I have to almost lose my Tofu Lettuce Cups in the bargain? Gah.

If Spelling's people would like to compensate our readers for their ruined meals, we'd be happy to put the affected parties in touch. In the meantime, Buddha's Belly should probably just burn itself down and start over—or at least invite a higher-level of conspicously horny celebrity to christen their dining room and shake the C-list cooties out of the place.