Another One Bites The Dust

Scientists studying the ongoing mating rituals of the North American sasquatch will have to get research footage from other sources, because Lamar Odom has killed E!'s Khloe & Lamar by pulling out of that mess to focus on saving his basketball career. The Dallas Mavericks pretty much put Lamar on the curb after his worst season ever and so he's trying to up his chances of getting traded to another team by dropping the reality shit show baggage he brought to the Mavericks.

TMZ says that Khloe & Lamar's second season will be its last. Their source says that Lamar is working with new trainers full-time in L.A. and doesn't want to be bothered by having to fulfill his contractual obligations with E! by letting Khloe dry mount him on camera several times a day. But Lamar isn't completely free from the clutches of Ryan Seacrest's evil-making troll claws. Lamar will still be on Keeping Up with the Kuntrashians every now and again.

It's always a good day when the Kuntrashian fame whore machine weakens, but Lamar is still in danger, girl. Lamar's game isn't down because of the cameras. Lamar's game is down because when he goes to sleep at night, Pimp Mama Kris slithers out of the closet and feeds her black demon heart by sucking the life blood out of him through the artery in his taint. (Yes, we have taint arteries. I just tapped at mine.) PMK did it to Bruce Jenner and she's doing it to Lamar too. Run, Lammy, ruuuuun.

But seriously, Khloe looks like the Edward Munster of the family, but she's actually the Marilyn. Who knew that a Kardashian would actually choose the happiness of her husband over the cameras? If that doesn't say (in Maury's voice) "Robert Kardashian, you are not the father," then I don't know what does.

And here's Khloe, Kim and Lamar handing the same ball while shooting scenes for Khloe & Lamar in his hometown of Jamaica, Queens on Friday.

Pregnant Dude (government: Thomas Beatie) filmed an episode of The Doctors this morning (it airs in May) and he dropped two bombs. No, by that I don't mean two more babies dropped out of him and rolled across the stage. Surprisingly, that didn't' happen. Pregnant Dude said that he and his wife of 9 years and the mother of his two kids, Nancy Beatie, are taking a break from each other's genitals. Pregnant Dude also said that he has just finished his last gender reassignment surgery, which means that his peen is now a poon. Oh, and Nancy hasn't met his new peen yet. Pregnant Dude went on to say:

"Nancy hasn’t seen the new me yet. Like all marriages, we have our ups and downs, and we’re going through a rough patch right now. At the moment, we’re separated."

Okay, Nancy must be the kind of ho who'd rather have a clit on her tongue than a peen head. Because I wouldn't put my marriage in the time out corner until after I saw that dick. Big dick is a game changer. The most surprising part is we didn't watch their marriage slowly fall into the gutter on a reality show. How are they not on TLC full time?! Oh TLC, I feel like I don't know you anymore.

Elisabetta Canalis went from George Clooney's awards season escort to rubbing on Eggs from True Blood, and somehow she tumbled all the way down onto Steve-O's peen that is probably mangled from lighting firecrackers in his dick mouth. Elisabetta is now back on the prowl looking for the next semi-relevant piece to get her into the back page of Life & Style, because Steve-O has officially quit her ass for being a non-stop partying wreck. Some source tells Radar that Steve-O is one hundred percent sober and Elisabetta is basically a coke vacuum (so I've heard).

"Steve-O dumped Elisbetta over her partying. He is extremely serious about his sobriety and did not want to be dating anyone who could jeopardize that.

He still really cares about her but can't risk relapsing back into his old ways, so he had to cut her loose. He has hooked her up with some women that he knows to help her try and get back on a stable footing again, and she has been attending meetings.
Steve-O said he thinks she's committed to getting control of her life again and that he will help her do that, he wants her to control the partying for her own sake. But, in the meantime he needs to distance himself from her."

If I was Elisabetta, I'd be so mad at coke right now. Like I'd be yelling at coke. I wouldn't even be able to look at it. Not because she's allegedly addicted to it and would sell her left nipple to an underground black market nipple ring for an 8-ball. Nothing like that. But because it's the reason why she's been publicly humiliated by getting dumped......BY STEVE-O! Getting dumped by Steve-O is like the bottom of a barrel not letting you sit on it because you're not good enough for it. If that doesn't clean her up, I don't know what will. Who is she going to date now? Jesse Camp's weekend weed man? Oh, how the mighty have fallen.

After spending weeks trying to get her shit together in rehab and another few weeks on vacation from rehab, Demi Moore is back on the prowl in more ways that one. Lock up your bathroom mirrors, bikinis, Four Loko stash, bath salts and anything else your midwestern suburban teen daughter might get into when it's teacher's day at school and she's home by herself. The former sunshine walker came out last night for the premiere party for some talk show she's executive producing for Lifetime called The Conversation. Demi also returned to her position as Twitter's oversharing and philosophical mom. Yes, Deep Thoughts (And Random Bathroom Bikini Phoot Shoots) with Demi Moore is back. Demi told all of her followers that she's officially breaking up with her Twatter handle and is looking for a new name:

Time for a change, twitter name change... any suggestions?

collecting all the suggestions! thank you. keep them coming!!

@offthekutch? @pleasenomooreofyouinadamnbathroombikini? @kabbalahbabe (Oh, fuck my fingers off, she's totally going to choose that one)?

All is right again. Demi is back on the ho stroll, she's back on Twitter and you're back to caring more about the aromatic undertones of your own farts than what Demi writes on Twitter. The world can continue to pirouette!

Here's more of Demi with Joy Bryant, Chupa, the editor of InStyle, Amanda De Cadanet and Kelly Preston (wearing one of John Travolta's costumes from Hairspray) at the party for The Conversation in Beverly Hills last night. The last time we saw Demi, she looked like the star of Oxygen's remake of The Walking Dead and now she's definitely looking a lot healthier, so I won't comment on how I really want her to teabag me with her cheeks.

This picture of Jennie Garth, Peter Facinelli and their family was taken a few years ago and not one of us noticed the silent CROCS cry for help. Nothing blatantly says "WE'VE GIVEN UP ON LIFE AND LOVE" like putting your entire family in CROCS. We could've done something about it, but now it's too late because the love between Kelly Taylor and Coop from Nurse Jackie has died just like the feeling in my feet dies when I see a picture of those plastic Lucifer hooves.

Jennie and Peter pushed out a statement to E! News saying that they are putting their 11-year-old marriage to bed forever:

"While we have decided to end our marriage, we both share the same deep love and devotion to our children. We remain dedicated to raising our beautiful daughters together. We ask for privacy and respect during this time."

Jennie and Peter didn't give a reason why (how dare their asses, I know), but I have three theories:

1. Amanda Bynes.

2. Twatlight: Breaking Hymen, Part 2 is coming out in a few months and Peter's going to need a date to the premiere. Jennie Garth would rather end her marriage than watch another minute of that shit show. That wouldn't be an unreasonable reaction.

3.

Because Brenda Walsh always gets REVENGE (even 20 years later).

Nick Jonas has pulled his dusty purity cock ring from the storage box under his bed and Delta Goodrem no longer has to worry about leaving the bar early after her teenage piece gets carded, because they have ended their love after 9 months together. It's always a sad day for real love when two publicists can't renegotiate a relationship contract. Delta is busy pushing red buttons as a judge in Australia's The Voice and Nick is poppin' his bubble butt on Broadway, so they just don't have time to hold hands in staged photo-ops anymore. Delta's rep released this statement to EVERYONE including The Herald Sun in Australia this morning:

"Nick and Delta have decided to mutually end their relationship. At this point in time, they are both focused on their careers as they go on different paths. They remain friends and wish each other the best for the future."

Somewhere that one Blind Item is re-enacting MiserAlba's "I CAN ALMOST SEE AGAIN!!" scene from the Oscar-winning classic The Eye, because it has partial vision now that half of it has been solved. As for the other part of that blind item, my ass guessed it's Joel Madden, but some put Seal's name in the guess box. Who ever it is, is one lucky dude with a smiley face asshole. That's if Delta Goodrem lives up to her last name, anyway. I know, Delta's last name is pronounced "Good Rem," but that's not how my dirty ass sees it. Spread your cheeks, flare your b-hole, stick your head in the gutter and say it with me now: Delta GOOD RIM! I'd hit it (after running my no-no under the faucet, of course)!

If you drive by any random clinic in L.A. this morning, you'll probably see Paula Abdul trying to break into one of those locked tin boxes in front of the door, because she needs a quick hit of something medically strong to strangle the feeling of rejection that took over her body after getting fired by Simon Cowell AGAIN! Deadline said last night that the producers of The X-Factor deported Steve Jones back to the UK, sent the defected Apollonia impersonator Nicole Scherzinger back to the Prince factory from which she came from and threw a Percocet into the forest so Paula Abdul could chase after it and get lost. Simon pink-slipped all three of them and is only keeping L.A. Reid as a judge for next season.

FOX confirmed last night that both Steve Jones and Nicole Shitsinger's second season contracts were executed, but they haven't said anything about Paula. TMZ is hearing that Paula heard from a lawyer close to the show that she was about to get the BITCH GOT FIRED card and Simon hasn't called her yet to tell her the news. What a cold cunt Simon is. How could he not take the news, wrap it in ludes dough and then gently feed it to Paula? Simon could've at least shaved the words "you're fired" into his furry tit pies and let Paula read it herself as she suckled on his nipple like she does most nights. Thanks to Simon, none of your medicine cabinets are safe now!

Apparently, Simon hasn't chosen any replacements yet, but the only way I'll watch that wailing shit show is if the new judges are the queen who maced that brat on the subway and Khia.

It's been said (it's never been said) that celebrity relationships die in threes, which means there's a vacant grave in the middle of Vanessa & Johnny (maybe) and Heidi & Seal's graves. And Star Magazine (via HL) says that a tombstone for Gwen Stefani and Gavin Rossdale's marriage is being made right now. Star's source says that their marriage is in death row right now and headed for the gas chamber, because Gwen is having a hard time dealing with all the secrets that are coming out about Gavin's past. Makes sense. There's only so many times that a bitch can make this face:

over her husband's latest SHOCKING revelation before she just can't take it anymore.

Star says that the first SHOCKING revelation came two years into their marriage when Gavin found out that he had a secret love child named Daisy Lowe. The second SHOCKING revelation came when Marilyn said that he had bumped b-holes with Gavin back in the old days. The third SHOCKING revelation came when Courtney Love told Howard Stern that she screwed on Gavin for 8 months while he was still dating Gwen. The source says that Gwen doesn't know how she can trust Gavin anymore and the two are in therapy:

“Gwen often wonders what other secrets Gavin is hiding. It’s getting harder and harder for her to go through the motions with a man she sometimes feels like she doesn’t even know."

When you've been married to the father of your two children for almost 10 years, you should look past his past and present and do whatever it takes to make it work. You owe it to yourself and your children to keep your marriage alive. But when you find out that Courtney Love once shoved an Adderall up your husband's anus and fished it out with her tongue (that's Court's favorite game), that's a deal breaker. That's more than a deal breaker. That's some "call the priest and annul this mess" kind of shit.

Vanessa Paradis, seen here looking Johnny Depp's Mad Hatter after tanning and a brow pluck, is doing press for her new movie Cafe de Flore around Paris and all reporters were told to keep questions about her personal life inside of their mouths or she'd nibble their eyes out with her reverse Jack O' Lantern grill. The hosts at the French radio station Europe 1 (via DM) didn't listen to that warning and asked Vanessa about the rumors that VaJohnny is now lying next to the grave of Heidi & Seal's marriage. Vanessa didn't confirm, deny or even open a beer bottle with her gap and down all the sweet nectar before breaking the bottle on the host's head. Vanessa only said this:

"You know, when I eat three peas, I'm pregnant. When I visit a city, I'm buying a house. In the winter I separate, in the summer I marry. It's been fifteen years since I've been getting married every year. In addition I have to answer all these rumors!"

Oh, Vanessa, it is SO HARD for you having to answer all those questions. SO HARD. My sympathies would be with you at this difficult question-asking time, but I've already sent them out to something that really needs them today: Michael Fassbender's big dick for not getting an Oscar nomination.

Whenever somebody asks Vanessa a question she doesn't want to answer, she should put on a pastel polo shirt, warm up her voice and then give us what we all really want. THIS:

Seriously, every question should be answered with Joe Le Taxi.

Who do I need to talk to about extending the weekend to today and tomorrow, because all of us need an extra two days to recover from the emotional roller coaster of tragic uncertainty that Heidi Klum and Seal put us through. It all started on Saturday morning when the meaning of love cried itself into a sad puddle after TMZ said that Heidi is filing for divorce this week. Then on Sunday morning, People peeled us off of the bathroom floor, gently pulled the bottle of Jack out of our anuses and the dildo out of our mouths (In our vulnerable state, we all got confused about what goes into which hole. It happens.) to tell us that Heidi and Seal were working out. But the roller coaster finally crashed into the pavement last night when Heidi and Seal told People that they are done.

"While we have enjoyed seven very loving, loyal and happy years of marriage, after much soul-searching we have decided to separate. We have had the deepest respect for one another throughout our relationship and continue to love each other very much, but we have grown apart. This is an amicable process and protecting the well-being of our children remains our top priority, especially during this time of transition. We thank our family, friends, and fans for their kind words of support. And for our children's sake, we appreciate you respecting our privacy."

TMZ is now saying that Seal is a complete raging dickfart and since nobody likes a mean seal, Heidi is getting out of there. It also isn't soothing Seal's ego knowing that his wife makes more money than he does.

Whatever the reason is, can they just stop it already? One day Seal's in Heidi, the next day Seal's out of Heidi. My emotions (and my whiskey-soaked prostate) can't take it! All this Seal news has forced me to listen to "Kiss From A Rose" more times than one person should (once) and I got so low that I even searched for Heidi's song on YouTube. That's the Internet equivalent of reciting lines from The Way We Were to your cats while wearing your nastiest period sweats and eating bowls of ice cream soup.

And on a different note, almost every article about Seal and Heidi I read mentioned that he has a new album coming out. This is why the state of California should really add "Stunt Queen Moves" to its reasons for divorce list.