Remember Nate Naylor, Scarlett Johansson's boob-obsessed ad exec boyfriend? Two months ago he sucker-punched a romantic rival at a bar, then ran away and hid in a bathroom. But the damsel in question wasn't ScarJo; it was one of Nate's exes.

Rapper/actor/business mogul Curtis "50 Cent" Jackson visited war-torn Somalia this past Wednesday, eerily enough on the same day as Somalia's homegrown al Shabab terrorists joined forces with Al Qaeda. 50 was there on a World Food Program humanitarian trip and spent time visiting camps for internally displaced people that have suffered through 2 decades of anarchic war and famine in the East African nation. Unfortunately, it's a war that is heating up once again.

As Gawker's self-styled Foreign Correspondent—I'm expecting an engraved ivory deskplate via International FedEx any minute now—I'll start you off with news from Great Britain, a country so great it tells you so right in its name. (I'm all for taking a red pen to the Constitution and refashioning ourselves as the Awesome United States.)

Meet Nate Naylor. He's a New York ad executive, and for the last five months he has been dating Scarlett Johansson. How did this mere mortal manage to capture a celebrity in the finely knit butterfly net of his love? Come, let us obsessively scrutinize everything about this man's life, because he is dating someone famous.

A hearty official Gawker congratulations to David James Glendon, Irish actor and winner of the first annual George Clooney lookalike contest, held at Dylan's Whiskey Bar in Kilkenny last week. (David's the one in the photo who looks like George Clooney.)

This morning actress Debi Mazar (who also happens to be my number one fan) found a crazy sight on the front stoop of her house in the Los Feliz neighborhood of L.A. There was a homeless person passed out on the welcome mat. Debi took it in stride, until he started jerking off.

Veronica Mars survivor Kristen Bell was on Dancing with the Degeneres this afternoon and shared a videotape of her first meeting with a sloth. She freaked the fuck out. Apparently she has loved sloths her whole life, and when her fiance, comedian Dax Shepard, went to introduce her to the hairy couch potato, she absolutely lost her shit.

Demi Moore was apparently drinking massive amounts of Red Bull (and forgoing food and drink) before the 911 emergency that led to her hospitalization. The Sun (which, to be fair, just make shit up sometimes) reports:

Nobody seemed to know that Demi Moore was a wild whip-it party monster until she was hospitalized for a rumored whip-it induced seizure this week. Now that we know, though, the tabloids are doing catch-up. Here's all the wild whip-it partying they forgot to tell us about until now:

Last night barely divorced actress Demi Moore was taken to the hospital in an ambulance for issues related to substance abuse. We're not sure what the symptoms were or what the substances are, but 911 was called, so it couldn't have been pretty.

It's about to be a girl fight.

Did you know, that when it snows, celebrity couples often file for divorce?

Hopefully, people. Hopefully.

The Grammy Awards hasn't had a host in seven years, so it only makes sense that when they decided to choose a host this year they get someone who was last relevant in the music industry seven years ago. LL Cool J, star of seminal UPN comedy In the House has been chosen to host. The last host was Queen Latifah, so I guess the trend is once great rappers who now do crappy TV shows and movies? LL is expected to stand on stage for four hours repeatedly licking his lips and occasionally lifting his shirt to show off his abs. Why not just let Billy Crystal host every award ceremony ever, including the AVN?

Just when you thought Mark Wahlberg had traded his racist streetfighting for hamburger franchises and Oscar nods, he gives a crazed interview bragging about bare-knuckling boxing with terrorists and never masturbating. This can only end in disaster.

In the past we have called satchel of fairy dust Zooey Deschanel a living dog sweater, Bambi's rabbit friend, and hipster labradoodle with bangs, that doesn't mean we hate her. No, Zooey, we want you to come back and read Gawker.

Carlos Castaneda. Timothy Leary. Daniel Pinchbeck…mopey Ted Mosby? Josh Radnor, he of How I Met Your Mother and that movie no one saw that kind of looked like Garden State, looks to join the literary titans of tripping with a memoir slated for an April release. One Big Blissful Thing details his journey from a suburban Ohio upbringing to ayahuasca ceremonies in the Amazon. Ayahuasca is a hallucinogenic plant that many Amazon tribes use for ritualistic practices. Maybe all that drug use is why he keeps rambling on and digressing with how he actually met his wife?

Life is never easy for Herbie Fully Loaded star Lindsay Lohan. After her countless trips to court and rehab and the Chateau Marmont, now she owes the government $94,000 because she didn't pay taxes in 2009. Oh, bother.

The mysterious actress suing IMDb for revealing her "real age" and "real Asian name" has been revealed: Huong Hoang, stage name Junie Hoang, is a 40-year-old Vietnam-born Texan who says IMDb's ruthless privacy invasion has jeopardized her career as "Ghetto Girl Three" in Hoodrats 2: Hoodrat Warriors and "Sandy" in Gingerdead Man 3: Saturday Night Cleaver.

Singing labradoodle Justin Timberlake has reportedly (but not confirmedly) proposed to on-and-off girlfriend Jessica Biel, who reportedly said "yes."