The above was shamelessly ganked from Gawker, but we were too horrified to discover that we remember all the words not to post it here and marinate in our shame a little longer.
We're struggling to find a way to connect Jennifer Aniston's new Nike endorsement deal to a rebuke of Brad Pitt. Maybe he once told her, "You know what? I'd like you better if you were more of a jogger."
Rosie O'Donnell's bloggerel ode to deceptive celebrity Photoshopping: "i did a movie called beautiful girls/ an ensemble piece/ by teddy demme/uma tim matt mira me/i saw the poster and said aloud/ "i didn't know courtney cox was in this film" / it wasn't courtney - it was me/ i called my agent - laughing/ she called harvey w/ i was on the phone listening/ he said/ so what- she should thank me - she looks a lot better/ and that/ my friends/ is Hollywood"
Which do you find more disturbing: Diddy's videoblog diary about taking a leak, or five minutes of celebrity friends kissing his ass?