Therefore, without much further ado let's get on with The Gossip (and for me to write as many cliché's as possible).
Another war is brewing in the House Of Ho's now that Kris Kar-Kash-In's TV Show (yes, she had a show somewhere that no one watched) has been cancelled! Well, nothing has been written beyond basic speculation that Mizzy Kris-Kross isn't pleased with the news; however, anyone who follows or can't seem to avoid, the Kar-Kash-In Headlines & Drama, would only need to close their eyes for a second to see Bruce Jenner hiding in a corner room somewhere in Kash-Land, curled into a fetal position, built-in shocked-looking eyes and eyebrows intact, staring at the door armed with a clove of garlic.
It's Divorce and/or Near-Divorce Time once more in Hollywood. Catherine Zeta-Jones and Forever Pissy Michael Douglas have finally – and I mean finally – admitted to what has been rather boldy pointed-out in both tabloids and online Gossip Places for months – that they are done with each other! Over, though not yet "legally separated" and that both are to "blame."
No surprise here. I could sense that there was Mucho Trouble of one kind or another between thcm a few years ago based on the not-so-loving expression on Mr. Douglas' chin dimple when Catherine won The Tony Award in 2010. When the camera panned to him in the audience, his clenched jaw (more clenched than usual), was the exact expression Brad Pitt wore when his then-wife, Jennifer You-Know-Who, won her Emmy in 2002. When an SO looks tense, forced to smile, and/or avoids showing sincere happiness for the success of their mate, you know something's brewing.
Clint Eastwood and his wife of 17 years have sent their golf clubs to separate Club Houses – officially – and will soon be free to hit the greens for as many hole-in-one's as they please without hiding what everyone has suspected (or privately known) for at least a year. She just didn't Make His Day. (Yep. I did write that one and it stays.)
Miley Cyrus. Twerking. Miley Cyrus. Crotch clutch-jerking. Miley Cyrus. There, that's done.
Moving on…..
Why bother to have The Academy Awards next year when "everyone" is convinced that Cate Blanchett will win Best Actress for her role in Blue Jasmine, and Matthew McConaughey as Best Actor for his enormous weight loss to portray a Dying Aids Victim (sound familiar?) in the yet-to-be-released Dallas Buyer's Club. Oh, that's right. There are Other Categories. I guess the Show Will Go On.
Jennifer Aniston and Justin Theroux have not yet married – still.
Nor have Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. Angie's engagement ring could be rusting by now.
Robin Thicke (that guy who was on the receiving end of Miley's shaking-twerking arse) has a mother, singer-actress Gloria Loring, who has been spouting disapproval over Miley's actions toward her son's Menz Parts, although a new picture of her Saintly Robin Son is circulating online where he's in front of a mirror having his picture taken with a clingy-looking waif that shows the back-end reflection of his hand firmly embedded in the young thing's Back Side female Parts. Hmm. What do you think about that, Gloria? (And yes, he's married. But not to The Waif.)
Okay. That's enough. Time to clear my fluffy head by reading more absurdity about why the U.S. needs to get into another country's armoire to place fresh moth balls into each of the hanging suit and shirt pockets, shoes and underwear therein to "Send A Message." Sure. That will send a potent message – war stinks!
See you later!
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