Adrian Grenier made a name for himself as the likeably vapid mimbo Vincent Chase on HBO's Entourage.

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With no real news to blog about at Sundance, CNN entertainment producer Jennifer Wolfe decided to blog about, well, the comings and goings of celebrities. And it turns out that, except for the mittens and mukluks, there's not too much difference between the way celebrities behave in Los Angeles and how they act in Park City. Some celebrities have entourages. Some celebrities are nice. And, if the celebrity in question is Adrien Grenier, he tells little white lies in order to, we're guessing, free up more time in his busy schedule to blank the blank out of a snow bunny or two.

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Not since the dearly departed Gene Rayburn left this mortal coil have we seen such a spirited display of blankety blank blankness emerge as we did yesterday when we asked you to help us decipher the pickup lines that the Columbian Tony Clifton uses to lure politically inclined brunettes back to his love shack. While we can appreciate the reasons why Vinnie Chase doesn't mince words when he's out on the prowl, the results you turned in were infinitely more interesting than the actual verbiage he used ("fuck" and "shit", for those of you keeping score at home). Pay homage to the Top Ten comments after the jump.

As one commenter pointed out, the unabridged transcript of Vinnie Chase's alleged attempt at picking up an anonymous brunette at a New York watering hole is available at Radar Online, where you can follow their lively political debate (she's a Bushy, yet that didn't scare him away), and find out for certain what those two words bleeped by the NY Post really were. Before you do, however, the impromptu fill-in-the-blanks match that broke out in our comments section has inspired us to escalate the proceedings to a full-fledged round of Adrian Grenier Mad Libs.

Entourage star Adrian Grenier is being accused of the high crime of using cheesy and crass pickup lines on unsuspecting Vinnie-bait, having reportedly told a girl at a bar that he makes "documentary films" (what—Shot in the Dark wasn't a documentary?). To which she replied, "I'm in fashion," meaning she works in fashion, we presume, not that she was acquiescing to being the Flavor of the Night. Wait! Don't leave—it gets better! Then he said, "That's cool. So how about we go home and I [bleep] the [bleep] out of you." We know! But she declined. And his rep refused to comment. OK, that's it. You can go now. [Page Six]

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Regardless of what your Halloween plans might entail, chances are pretty good that you'll eventually come face to face with the compressed, Lycra-silhouetted junk of at least one dude dressed as a superhero. Pretty on the Outside decided to grade some of the shrink-wrapped celebrity shlong on display this haunting season, giving head-of-the-class marks to Brody "The Hills" Jenner's shapely, right-bending manhood.

Presented without commentary, from this morning's Splash News photo feed.

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• Fire protection, Chelsea-style. [Curbed via Daily Intelligencer]
  

The date: October 14, 2006.
The place: Bleecker at Christopher.
Sighted: "Adrian Grenier standing up in the open sunroof of a station wagon, maybe a subaru or something because it was shaped weird. He was filming people on the street with a huge video camera and a huge smile on his face while his male friend drove slowly. It was really fucking weird and unsettling. I think he was freaking everyone out. Looked foreign and hairy."

Today's Page Six offers up a party report from Sundance, where disaster may have been averted by the concerned, if ineffectual, presence of an HBO star:

If we were a well-known actor or actress, we're pretty sure that we'd avoid the Grove, that little man-made substitute for an actual urban shopping experience, like the proverbial Plague. On any given night, it's overflowing with gawkers, tourists, and (perhaps most gallingly) unfamous people with ready access to e-mail accounts, and there's the ever-present danger of tripping over those damned trolley tracks and being crushed beneath a conveyance whose sole purpose is to give visitors from Japan a clearer view of The Cheesecake Factory's patio. Still, these brave celebrities risk rubbing up against the masses to partake in some retail therapy, or more frequently, to take in a flick while surrounded by people dressed as bellhops. Two readers share their amusing, Grove-based brushes with the B-list from last night:

We have no idea if this is actually Adrian Grenier's Friendster, as we're told it is. We're sort of willing to believe it, for several reasons including that it dates back to well before the debut of Entourage. Real or not, though, we very much enjoy the "favorite books" section: