People must do things out in the open during the summer, because there are so few blind items these days. I guess it's too hot to do everything under cover of black velvet cloak. Looking forward to winter (not really) when everything is done in sssecret. For now, enjoy a supermodel who likes to chow down on KFC and a story of avianicide.
I saw it. I liked it. But not nearly as much as the four blind items I have for you after the jump. I mean all the greasepaint in all the world can't compete with a "diva" snooping on her new husband's BlackBerry and finding naughty things, a TV star two-timing with models, a scandalous pregnancy, and a reality TV star jeeping with some other lady's basketball star girlfriend.
Who's got two thumbs and a drinking problem? Oh, no. That's not a blind item. I think that's patently obvious. But I do have two blinds for you after the jump. One that is pretty cryptically about a chaste somebody who is actually not so chaste, the other about a struggling divorcée. Enjoy them after the jump. This guy! Oh, wait. I did that too late, didn't I?
Hey you. Yeah you, the one who's going to read these blind items. Are you excited for a story about gangbangs? Or what about meth? I hope you are. 'Cause that's what you're gonna get.
The long, hard slog through the work week reaches its terrifying zenith this morning, as the computer screen in front of you begins to melt like Dali's clocks and you occasionally skip time and begin to think it's Friday, only to be bleakly reminded of old Woden's day. But chin up, you'll prevail. After the jump we've got yet another gay actor, a British pop band, and a sad tale of a heroic film director to help you putter along toward the inexorable drunken weekend.
Another day, another story about cocaine and adultery. That's probably a sampler hanging on Agnes Nixon's wall. Anyway, drugs and sex, sex and drugs. That's what awaits you after the jump.
Happy Monday. Hopefully your weekends were restful and relaxing. Or wild and weird. However you like it. Five blind items for you this rainy morning. An edible underwear enthusiast, a secretly swinging couple, a spoiled television actress, a sex-crazed Yankee, and someone who is "not Megan Fox." Enjoy a condensed version of your hedonistic weekend after the jump.
Friday! Sweet, glorious Friday. Two whole nights of staying up until six in the morning without guilt! Well, OK, some guilt. But not the kind of guilt that could get you fired. So, as we hurtle on toward drunken oblivion, look at these two blind items as they whiz past. They're an actor with drugs in the family and a baby who couldn't save a singer's troubled marriage.
To Thursday! And cooler weather! And a drug-addled singer who remains close with her father because he provides her with sweet, sweet drugs. And to the boozy Suzie actress who will indiscriminately bed various crew members when she's filming a movie. Read about those last two after the jump. To experience the first two, go the eff outside.
For hump day we bring you two married actors who can't stop humping each other, a lady singer who maybe humps other women, and two reality TV hosts who would rather hump fence post than hang out with each other. When I was seven years old a boy named Allen told me what "humping" meant. It's now lost all meaning. Go after the jump for blind item clarification.
Lots of blind items for you today. A fashion designer suffering a disastrous face lift, an anchorwoman jeepin' out on the sly, a drunken rockstar, and some A list but C list but secretly B list or whatever actress/singer who's boning one of the dudes from the Ultimate Fighting Challenge Championship. Enjoy the ultimate blind item challenge championship after the jump.
Mondays after a holiday weekend are the best, aren't they? You're finally back at work with all that responsibility and waking up early and sitting still for hours and stuff. Just great. In case you're a crazy person and don't agree with me, there are some blind items about athletes and bitchy celebrities and TV shows to keep you entertained while you sludge through the misery. Oh, and (gasp!) the answers to some blind items are revealed.
Drugs. It's always drugs. Whether you're doing them in front of record executives or having them flown into the desert via helicopter so you can get your sweet sweet fix while pretending to stay clean at rehab, drugs are where it is at. Also where it is at is getting ladies to perform the hurdy gurdy on you in a car and then kickin' 'em to the curb. Read about all of this after the bump. I mean jump.
Just two items for you this morning, one a tale of naivety and cocaína, the other about money and jilted lovers. So a typical day in old sun-baked Hollywood. It almost makes me want to move there. Not for the drugs or the money, but for the excitement. Almost.
As the above title would suggest, this morning we have a blind item about the wicked touching drug Ecstasy ("E" to kids from Boston, "X" to everyone else it seems sometimes). There is also a little Hamptons bit that I missed (regrets) yesterday, another celebrity gay rumor possibly quashed, and a tale of "Classic Hollywood." Drink lots of water, try not to gnash your teeth, and enjoy, everyone.
It rained at the Pride parade. Sad. And now it's Monday. Sigh. At least we've got some blind items to cheer us up, random as they may be. Yes indeed, after the jump we have a football player, a "famous festival-goer," and some items about those strange cousins of famous people who no one really gets, soap stars.
Oh man have we got it all today. Warring socialites, fired assistants, bald TV stars, and tweens with shitty nose jobs. But most of all we have (last on the list) a terribly obvious blind item about Wild Things actress and current E! reality show star Denise Richards. The item suggests that the foul-mouthed, buxom midwesterner's first job in Hollywood was not on a film set, but in a bedroom. As a high-class hooker. Ohh dear. Read the details (and more) after the jump.
This morning we have for you a porn-filled Beverly Hills hotel, a hypocrite musician who's charitable on the outside but bratty on the inside, a "celebutard" who enjoys the smack, and, if you're into that sort of thing, two items about soap stars. Enjoy it all after ye olde jump.
We've got several gay dudes today, one very generous actor, and thankfully no rape. Seriously though, there is probably at least one "which actor is gayyyyyy" blind item every day. Is Hollywood that homo, or are we just talking about the same few actors all the time? Decide for yourselves after the jump.
