Jessica Simpson sang her little Texas heart out in Las Vegas last night, something she has been doing way too much lately. The pop country singer, who calls Tony Romo a
great boyfriend for putting up with her gassy ass and ABC-belching, got
so tanked at the Marc Jacobs Fashion Show afterparty last week that she
had to be sent home with the label 'THAT girl.'
While in New York last week, Jessica got so tanked at the Marc
Jacobs Fashion Show afterparty that she had to be sent home toting the
label 'THAT girl.' A guest tells Star Magazine:
'Jessica was stumbling around the party slurring her words and barely
able to stand. It was embarrassing! In New York, it doesn’t matter who
you are If you’re acting like a fool, no one will stand for it.'
Jessica, foolish? Wasn't that to be expected?
I think
the real story is that too many party guests were complaining about the
odor of dead cattle after Jessica's ass dilated a few too many
inches. Rose-smelling farts, my ass (pun intended).
Pictures of Jessica performing at the 5th Annual Nina's Night
Out at Pearl inside the Palms Hotel and Casino below...
It must be torturous for a fashion-friendly gay dude to see us chicks
prancing around in heels while they're stuck wearing
stupid loafers, but Mario Cantone didn't seem to mind last night when he made out with a pair of hot pink stilettos.
The campy comedianattended the DVD launch party of Sex and the City: The Movie along with the flick's leading ladies, sans Kristin Davis. Check out newly mole-less Sarah Jessica Parker, Cynthia Nixon, and Kim Cattrall with her babyfaced boytoy...
Ryan Seacrest adds 'comedian' to his list of shining attributes when he gets into a brawl with Jeff Probst about who's getting paid more to host the Emmy's this Sunday.
It's kind of funny how Heidi Klum, Tom Bergeron and Howie Mandel watch awkwardly, but this video would clearly be nothing without Jimmy Kimmel. All he has to do is sit, and let the camera pan to him, and I laugh.
While Tom Cruise was hiding from Scientology haters last night, Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon Carey were nearby fending off paparazzi at the Broadway musical In the Heights.
As
usual, Nick escorted Mariah around like she was a delicate flower,
but this time there was a new twist. Or rather, a new bump. Check out
the Mariah - who has had a change of heart about her
anti-childbearing stance since falling in love with Nickie -
suspiciously covering her belly as they exit the theater:
Clearly,
Mariah could have chosen a better (ie. not miniature) purse for the
task. But then perhaps she just wasn't planning on eating that extra
helping of gravy last night.
Last night was the opening night of Katie Holmes' play All My Sons, but as usual, the event ended up being all about Tom instead.
Of course, it wasn't necessarily him per se so much as all the people who hate him.
As play-goers arrived, they were out-shined by 20 anti-Scientology
protesters who held 'Free Katie' or 'How Many More Must Die' signs and
wore masks that appeared to be stolen from the set of V for Vendetta. Just lovely cheery Broadway enthusiasm.
Catch some video footage of Tom's early arrival prior to the ensuing chaos:
Apparently TomKat are used to this kind of hatred by now, because they were actually unphased by the protesters. After the show, Katie strapped on her plastic smile while Tom raved
about how 'proud' he is of her 'really powerful' performance. Bleh.
He would describe it in terms of 'power', wouldn't he?
Here's Melanie Brown collecting her white labrador from 'Hollywood Hounds' dog grooming parlor in Hollywood.
The ex-Spice Girl,
who is launching her personal fitness video in February, says that
nobody in America can understand when she talks because we don't speak
British.
'People don't have a clue what I'm saying in LA - they can't get the way I say 'water',' she tells WENN.
Mel
should be comforted by knowing that we don't understand lots of people
besides her - including some of our own people. Thim fouks in
Kentuckay, I reck'n I'ba damned f'I kin undastand a bles'd wawrrd come
outta thea mouths.
