[Photo Credit: INF Daily]

Entourage star Kevin Dillon ran into some of New Jersey's finest at an appearance at The Pool in Atlantic City over the weekend. Not being a neophyte in the often perilous club-going-for-pay circuit, Dillon made sure that his rider contained a section which stipulated that he must be secluded from a majority of the club either behind a velvet rope or sequestered in the V.I.P. area. However, these precautions did not prove to be ironclad enough to prevent him from interacting with a few overzealous fans of the HBO series, who knocked down the red velvet rope and demanded to have their pictures taken with Dillon. One fan said, "How often is Johnny motherfucking Drama in the A.C.? Not that fucking often. No stupid rope is going to stop me and Frankie and Kari and Mary and Frankie #2 from getting our picture with him! We would've done the same thing if it was Derek Jeter or one of those Gossip Girls."

Jeremy Piven is important, he will have you know. He can pick up girls in a hooptie. He can cut Stephen Dorff in bathroom lines. He can tell Billy Bush to fuck off on the red carpet and his own mother to fuck off over brunch. And, as Janet Charlton reports today, he can also cast wildly eccentric and ill-suited stars in cameos on Entourage based solely on fun chatter he has with them on airplanes. As the piece claims:

[Photo Credit: Bauer-Griffin]

[Photo Credit: X17]

Among the many questions we would love to ask Emmy-winning beach yogi Jeremy Piven, one of our most pressing would be how he manages to convince so many bitches to hug him. Somehow the Entourage ringleader has earned himself the Womanizer reputation ever since throwing out his bit-part baldie wigs and zooming package-first into the spotlight. And as we’ve reported in the past, it can’t be due to his masterful pick-up lines. But thanks to a photo shot this weekend, we have ourselves an answer. Piven’s success with women predictably has less to do with his bravado and more to do with one very studly prop.

Though celebrities dropping trou for the glossies has proven both controversial in Miley Cyrus' case, and "artsy" in Lindsay Lohan's, both of these spreads were intelligently shot behind closed doors. But when GQ decided to photograph Entourage's Emmanuelle Chirqui fully exposing her curves in the bright light of day, controversy didn't come by way of conservative media pundits. It arrived in the form of the LAPD's official nudity-watch squad, who interrupted the shoot to get a closer look make sure all was okay on set. As Chirqui recalls, one pervy fed stepped in as art director and instructed the crew "Could you make sure that her areolas aren't showing?" See what all the fuss was about for yourself after the jump:

[Photo Credit: INF Daily]

Going through a tough breakup is never easy, but the subsequent tendency to canoodle with every available bachelor in town on a weekly basis rarely helps ease the pain. Case in point: Cameron Diaz, who has most recently been spotted "holding hands" with Entourage star and professional party-goer Kevin Connolly. And it seems like only yesterday when Diaz made out with Jason Patric on a beach, and only last week when Diaz was linked to 300 star Gerard Butler. And the list has gone on and on — Criss Angel! Djimon Hounsou! — ever since long-term boyfriend Justin Timberlake headed for curvier pastures last year. We take a closer look at the self-professed "boy-crazy" Cameron's evening with E after the jump.

Here's how we picture Jeremy Piven spent his weekend: Seated in a darkened theater, two attractive brunettes on either side, staring up at Robert Downey Jr. engaged in a delightful bit of business involving not-yet-perfected booster-boot technology, and thinking to himself, "I can do that." That said, here's your latest Piv update, courtesy of Rush & Molloy:

Perhaps Diddy's plan to create a celebrity chauffeur service wasn't such a bad one after all. After leaving a club last night mumbling and grumbling, beach yogi Jeremy Piven made an attempt to drive himself home in a techno-blaring first generation Ford Bronco (we think), but didn't make it very far. Seems the services of his dealer friend were needed to act as designated driver and deliver the Pivster to his abode unharmed. But what went down at the gas station where he abandoned his machismo-exuding ride? Tell us, nicotine-addicted witnesses, do tell us!

The valet at the Malibu Nobu asked if, in lieu of the standard tip, he could have a much desired Hollywood moment and "hug it out" with Jeremy Piven. Piven reached for his wallet to only discover that it was full of large bills and slowly went in for the hug.

WOW Report notices a theme in actor Jeremy Piven's ads for shoe company Johnston Murphy: "Hand inside suit feeling nipple – check. Finger quirkily pulling down on earlobe – check." After the jump, the "jerk hot" co-star of HBO's Entourage taunts both fans and haters who wish they could lay hands on him.

What would happen if the douchey Entourage cast all took a bunch of 'shrooms and headed out to the desert to "find themselves?" According to EW.com, we'll soon learn. As creator Doug Ellin puts it, "The boys trek to Mexico and Joshua Tree National Park...they'll eat some psychedelic mushrooms...It's one of my favorite episodes. It's their Into the Wild trip." But as any fan of psychedelics knows, the concept of putting four man-children out in the middle of nowhere with nothing but widened minds to entertain themselves can only lead to (further) homoeroticsm and cannibalism. Our hallucinogenic fever-vision after the jump:

One of the most difficult decisions facing today's television watching youth is whether or not to absolutely loathe or laughably love beach yogi Jeremy Piven. And that head-scratcher has been made that much more difficult this morning when confronted with news that the (already taken) actor allegedly asked two models for their numbers at the same party on Monday night in New York, only to discover later that the two Amazonians were besties. Gross, correct? But! He slightly redeems himself by providing Page Six with this stellar quote:

Jeremy Piven was recently captured sunning on a Hawaiian shore by a telephoto lens almost as substantial as Ari Gold's legendary member, and while we can detect ever the slightest hint of burgeoning Piv-handles, the 2008 Golden Globe winner appears to still be in fine form. Clearly, Piven's habit of stepping in at local bar-band gigs to whale on the skins until the very last disappointed patron files out, paired with a vigorous yoga regimen learned in the high peaks of the Himalayas (where the actor achieved levels of spiritual enlightenment heretofore thought unimaginable for someone whose previous notable achievements included among them the coining of the phrase, "Let's hug it out, bitch,"), have contributed to one of the most enviable beach bodies of the entire Entourage cast. Sorry E, Turtle, Drama, Lloyd, and Bob Ryan, but the guy's got hairless pecs for days. Is that something you might be interested in? Click through to get a closer look at a Piv triptych.

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]

Pablo Escobar is the new Steve Prefontaine! Or the new Truman Capote! Undeterred by the possibility that no matter how seriously they approach the material, they may never be able to erase Entourage's indelible, Tony Cliftonesque image of the Colombian drug lord, no fewer than three Escobar-related movies (including ones by Smoking Aces director Joe Carnahan, Oliver Stone, and Bob Yari) will be competing for attention at the American Film Market this week, where the projects' producers will try their best to laugh at each, "You can get me Vinnie Chase in this, right?" just as good-naturedly as if it's the first time they've heard it. [NY Times]