Great googly moogly. We all know that Britney Spears is a crazy person, but did you know that she owns and operates a secret shrine to ex-boyfriend (and current man who just might save the world) Justin Timberlake? Ahhhh yup. In a teeny tiny room in her enormous Cheetos and Twisted Tea-filled mansion is a collection of photographs and mementos that Britney attends to every week. I like to think that her ritual involves a slow, mournful version of the "Oops... I Did It Again" dance. Followed by a Tony Lucca bloodletting ceremony. [Showbiz Spy] After the jump, video of the pair in happier times.

As we noted earlier, living pop icon Madonna, who was once nailed to the disco-cross for our voguing sins, was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last night at New York's Waldorf Astoria Hotel. She was first introduced by recent collaborator/turning-out-victim Justin Timberlake, who warmed up the crowd with an amusing anecdote about the time Madonna injected his SexyBack with a B12 vitamin shot. (At least that's what she told him she was doing, though we suspect that syringe was pulling in the opposite direction, drawing the necessary genetic matter for a longer-term project that involves melding two generations of pop superstars' DNA together into a single, hybrid host body for her cryogenically preserved brain.)

At last night's Rock 'n Roll Hall of Fame ceremony, Justin Timberlake reignited some long-dead interest in Madonna's sex life by revealing one of her current flirting tactics. And while it doesn't compare with a simulated blow job, it may be more effective in today's health-concerned times. It seems that when Justin and Madge got together to work on her next album, Hard Candy, she dipped into her bag of tricks and fetched a liquid-filled syringe. And even though the injections in question didn't contain GHB or roofies, they did have this desirable effect on Timberlake:

· Warner Bros. snapped up the rights to South Korean hit The Chaser, with The Departed writer William Monahan set to write the adaption, and Leonardo DiCaprio and the Really Obvious Departed Rat "circling to star." [Variety]
· John Krasinski and Maya Rudolph will star in an untitled "relationship comedy" written by Dave Eggers and his wife Vendela Vida, bringing Eggers one terrifying step closer to writing a Matthew McConaughey-Kate Hudson vehicle. [Variety]

Justin Timberlake continues to grow up. Adding yet another job title to his CV, he'll be executive producing a television show called My Problem With Women for NBC. And because Justin's always up on the super trends, it's an adaptation of a foreign show (like with The Office, or In Treatment, or the upcoming Kath & Kim.) This one was poached from Peru. What an original unoriginal idea. [HP]

More gratuitous male shirtlessness! Golden Boy of the Century Justin Timberlake is in talks to be the new face of Givenchy men's cologne. Touted to come in an eye-catching, hand-sculpted dispenser bottle handsomely wrapped in sleek packaging, Dick dans une Boite pour Homme is sure to be the hot men's fragrance seller come Christmas time. [Marie Claire]

Parfums Givenchy, which means "Givenchy Perfumes" in American, has picked Justin Timberlake as the face of its new men's cologne [Off The Rack]. The company president said the poppity pop star "is a world recognized trendsetter who redefines modern elegance." Sure he is. A better thing for Justin to put his face on:

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Remember that little tidbit about Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears that the The NY Daily News declared just yesterday to be "too vulgar" to print? Well, as everyone who wrote us this week to complain about our Sarah Silverman Is Fucking Matt Damon headline will attest, we're not above (or below) getting our occasional vulgar on. While the tale of Britney and Justin tale pales in comparison to the legend of the Butterscotch Stallion, we'll at least do you the service of burying the fingerlickin' details after the jump.

Justin Timberlake just spotted hanging out with MySpace breakout band OneRepublic at Timberlake's BBQ joint, Southern Hospitality.

Madonna is putting the final touches on her forthcoming album, due in stores April 29th, to be followed by a world tour in which the fauxtrage-exploiting pop icon will unveil her most blasphemous set-piece yet: A performance of "Papa Don't Preach" remixed to a dancehall beat, in which the singer will don a slutty, Gaultier-designed Mother Theresa habit, then proceed to be simulated-gang-banged by a group of background dancers outfitted as Jesus, Mohammed, Moses, and Martin Luther King. It promises to be nothing less than a show-stopper, but until then, we have her latest video, co-starring Timbaland and Justin Timberlake, to tide us over:

This Sunday, as you may have heard, is the Super Game, wherein the NFL attempts to atone for whatever heinous crimes its players have committed over the preceding year by providing America with an action-packed, four-hour festival of the most creatively ambitious, highest-budgeted advertainments your favorite corporations have to offer.

Justin Timberlake, released by Sony's Jive label, will soon be available in MP3. This big news we found buried in a report that Sony BMG, the last of the four major record labels to hold onto copy-protection software, is finally going to embrace the MP3 format. The inevitable decision has generated a lot of drivel from mainstream publications about how industry titans are dropping DRM, whatever that is, and banding together to overthrow Apple's stringent 99-cents pricing regime. Amazon.com, the copy-protection-free alternative they're embracing, is more flexible on the cost of individual tracks.

On "Donnie Darko" director Richard Kelly's latest film, "Southland Tales": "Characters are as apt to quote Marx and the New Testament as they are to recite lyrics by Jane's Addiction, whose song 'Three Days' is prominently featured. The music is as lovingly chosen as the '80s staples in 'Donnie Darko.' In a druggy fantasy sequence Mr. Timberlake's character, a disfigured war veteran, sneering and clutching a can of Budweiser, lip-syncs to the Killers' "All These Things That I've Done.' 'I heard that song and couldn't stop thinking about Iraq,' Mr. Kelly said." [NYT]

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• Court hears case of the wardrobe malfunction [USA Today]

There was perhaps no better moment in capturing the wildly divergent career paths taken by former Mickey Mouse Club co-stars and lovers Justin Timberlake and Britney Spears than this weekend, when Timberlake not only swept the same MTV trophy ceremony on which Spears hammered the last press-on nail into her comeback coffin, but also managed to score an Emmy award for a boner-joke parody song done as a lark for a Saturday Night Live guest-hosting stint:

• Concert mishap-prone diva Beyonce Knowles accidentally flashed her tits to an audience. And this had her lookin' so crazy, etc. [Hollywoodtuna which, actually, just typing that makes us feel gross]
  

Justin "Dick in a Box" Timberlake and Beyoncé "Fistful of J-Hud's Hair" Knowles receive the greatest number of nominations for the upcoming MTV Video Music Awards, the nework's tribute to a once-vibrant art form long ago annhilated by 24-hour Real World/Road Rules Challenge and Yo Momma! marathons. [Yahoo News]