The Blind Item Queen, Giada De Laurentiis, is officially divorced (or as she probably says it, “deeeee-vor-chaid”) from her husband of 12 years Todd Thompson and even though their love is dead, they’ll be bonded for a long time thanks to their child and the $9,000 she has to send his ass every single month.
TMZ says that Giada and Todd didn’t have a prenup, so they split everything up 50/50. This is the prize package Todd got for signing those divorce papers:
– Their $3.2 million house in Pacific Palisades, CA.
– $300,000 in art and furniture.
– A membership to some fancy country club in Bel-Air.
– A piece of their joint bank accounts, which have around $2 million in them.
– 50% of the unpaid advances (totaling around $5.5 million) she’s getting for several cookbooks that are currently in the works.
– $9,000 a month in child support.
– A Porsche.
Giada gets to keep her own Porsche and all the rights to her brand. Todd isn’t getting spousal support, because apparently, he’s almost as rich as her. TMZ says his net worth is $15 million and hers is $20 million. They have agreed to share joint custody of their 7-year-old daughter Jade Marie.
$9,000 a month in child support when they share custody? Either that’s a little extra STFU money or their daughter eats a bowl of solid gold flakes every morning.
If the Italian-American Tweedy Bird of the Food Network is looking to rebound by marrying a skinny fat gay blogger who won’t roll his eyes like other HATERS when she says, “parm-ih-john-o reg-ee-ah-no,” and won’t judge her if she wants to jump on John Mayer’s David Duke dick (again, allegedly), she knows where to find me. It’d be the perfect marriage, but only if we marry without a prenup, because I believe in complete trust (and getting to keep our Pacific Palisades mansion in the divorce).
The Hammaconda better bulk up by guzzling down gallons of Muscle Milk and Ensure, because there might be a dick that’s so big it can swallow the Hammaconda whole. (I’d pay good money to see that nature film.) Roberto Esquivel Cabrera is a 52-year-old man from Saltillo, Mexico and he recently cried to the Mexican media about how he’s got a 19-inch monster of a dick and it’s ruining his life. Roberto cried that his sex life is non-existent since chochas pass out whenever they see his party burrito peen and he lives on public assistance and scavenges for food, because he can’t work. Um, he should just throw a matted down toupee on his big dick’s head and enter it into the presidential election. It’s working out for fellow big dick Donald Trump.
Hugh Hefner reveals the custom coffin he has chosen to be buried in. – Mr E
Watch out, it’s a booby trap! – IAmTheLiquor
Denis, the drag queen superstar from Israel who is so famous that she can do a cereal ad without even mentioning the cereal’s name.
Branflakes is a cereal marketed toward women in Israel and it’s for women, because, just like Special K (the cereal, not the bad shit you did in the early aughts at the club), it’s supposed to help you lose some fat. Also, the flakes are lighter, because women aren’t strong enough to lift regular flakes. Instead of getting a skinny model to brag about how she got skinny from eating fucking cereal, Branflakes hired Denis (who sometimes goes by Denize), an A-list queen who was famous long before Kermit the Frog’s home wrecking hussy harlot hog whore hit the stroll.
In the video for the ear worm of a song titled “Denis Denis,” the hybrid of Mario Cantone and Lady Gaga (although, you know Lady Gaga stole her visuals and the hair bow idea from Denis) sings about the struggles of being a big, beautiful perfect 10 queen.
There must be some Illuminati-like subliminal messages in that ad, because I don’t even know what Branflakes taste like and I want some. I’d much rather be eating a bowl of weight-loss cereal than the Toaster Strudel frosting I’m squirting directly into my mouth. No, I wouldn’t, but “Denis Denis” is still the real song of the summer.
Mark Ronson (40)
Carter Jenkins (24)
Hank Baskett (33)
Whitney Cummings (33)
Max Greenfield (35)
Wes Bentley (37)
Lucie Silvas (38)
Dave Salmoni (40)
Carmit Bachar (41)
Jason David Frank (42)
Carlos Ponce (43)
Ione Skye (45)
John DiMaggio (47)
Phill Lewis (47)
Mike Piazza (47)
Damon Wayans (55)
Dr. Drew Pinsky (57)
Khandi Alexander (58)
Judith Ivey (64)
Mitzi Gaynor (84)
Pic: The Talks
The tabloids are finding stuff about Sandra Bullock’s current piece Bryan Randall. Apparently he dumped his 23-year-old girlfriend of 3 years Paris St. John right before getting with Sandy. Two things boggle my mind about that: 1) Yes, Sandra is a famous millionaire, but a dude in L.A. dumping a younger piece for an older piece is still some bizarre shit. 2) Who in the HELL dumps a chick whose name sounds like the name of a Bond Girl or a porn star from the 70s?! – Lainey Gossip
And here’s a video of Paris St. John singing next to Sandra Bullock’s new piece in the car – Lainey Gossip
So I guess one of the writers at InTouch Weekly is a hardcore Directioner – Celebitchy
Peter Lindbergh photographed a bunch of 90s models, but this shoot is nothing without Kate Moss, Naomi Campbell, Linda Evangelista, etc.. etc.. – Drunken Stepfather
Brandi Glanville turned down Celebrity Big Brother – Reality Tea
Kate Gosselin has happily signed over the rights to her possum haircut to Justin Bieber – The Superficial
Dried piece of cauliflower Armie Hammer is going to be in Tom Ford’s next movie – Towleroad
Everyone wants Tom Hardy to be the next James Bond, because you know, he’s so far from street that he’s sidewalk – IDLYITW
Lindsay Lohan, take note – Hollywood Tuna
What in the hell kind of GD outfit is AnnaLynne McCord wearing? – Popoholic
If there was a Super Bowl for fetching, this dog would win it – The Berry
Keep sending Jimmy Kimmel death threats on YouTube, because he loves them – Pajiba
Panty Creamer of the Day: A topless Ryan Phillippe at the beach – Popsugar
I don’t know who Loretta Jenkins is, but I rose my hands during her sermon – Boy Culture
Insert kitten jokes here: Cat Deeley is knocked up – Just Jared
Christopher Meloni is giving me Mr. Clean hotness – SOW
And just like yesterday, let’s end with a headline:
That is such a Joan Crawford thing to do.
CoCo’s camel toe is such an enormous natural wonder that the last time I flew over NYC, the pilot told the people on my side of the plane to look out their window and gaze at her glorious toe. We didn’t need binoculars or anything! Even though CoCo’s camel toe is a massive historical monument that can be seen from space, she says she’s actually very small down there. CoCo, who is currently knocked up, tells InTouch Weekly that she’s always been afraid of pushing out a baby, because she doesn’t want her teeny tiny pristine vagine to go from petite filet to hanger steak. Maybe this is her way of telling us that Ice-T’s about as hung as a Jon Gosselin.
“If I could avoid actually giving birth, I’d probably have like five children. This makes people laugh, but I’m very petite down there. I’m prepared for pain, I just don’t want to go through all the dramatics of ripping.”
CoCo really has nothing to worry about. I did the research. Since CoCo is our modern day Virgin Mary and her child, Chanel Nicole, is our new messiah, I looked up what the birth of Jesus was like. The version I read said that Mary had a “miraculous birth” and that Jesus passed through her the way “light passes through a window.” Mary didn’t go through all the dramatics of ripping! So yeah, it’s totally going to be like that and CoCo’s precious camel toe is going to remain beautifully intact. Praise the lord!
If you dropped acid before reading Dlisted today (which I always recommend doing), you probably read that headline and then got the image of a doctor cutting Sienna Miller out of a giant black mass on Johnny Depp’s body.
Thanks to Sienna Miller (and the fake baby), American Sniper and Foxcatcher got a lot of Oscar nominations, and well, Black Mass was getting award season buzz (Side note: A huge chunk of me dies every time I type “award season buzz”) until now. The director of Black Mass dun goofed, because he cut Oscar lucky charm Sienna Miller from the movie.
Recently, the universe decided that we needed a new couple that redefines “random” and so it pulled out Rosie O’Donnell’s name from a hat and pulled out Tatum O’Neal’s name from another hat and BOOM. A new random couple was born.
Rosie O’Donnell’s rep denies that she’s humping on Tatum O’Neal and says that the two have been strictly friends for years. But People says that they’re more than just friends and Tatum has given Rosie a coochie to cry on as she heals from the sad shit that went down with her daughter.
Tatum said a few months ago that she’s been doing the backstroke in the lady pond recently. Rosie O and Tatum O went to the opening of the Hamilton on Broadway last month and they supposedly had an “intimate” dinner afterward. The source says that their love is bi-coastal and when they’re not doing it in Nyack, they’re doing it in Los Angeles. The source said this about The Double O:
“They are romantically involved. It’s a bicoastal relationship. They are confidantes. They are hanging out. They have seen each other on both coasts, in Nyack and in Los Angeles.”
Page Six says that Rosie O jokingly called Tatum O “her new wife” at the opening of Hamilton. The Daily Mail also posted screenshots of tweets that Rosie O re-tweeted about Tatum O. Yup, that obviously means they’re fucking. Rosie O is still technically married to her second wife Michelle Rounds. They broke up earlier this year and are going through a messy divorce.
If these two really are together, then their union has all the makings of a mess waiting to explode. When they’re not screaming at each other, they’ll be make-up munching and when they’re not make-up munching, they’ll be screaming at each other until their mouths fall off. They’re going to be like Chico’s version of Samantha Ronson and Lindsay Lohan.
Welcome to today’s installment of “Things That Make Morgan Freeman Grumpy.” This is a long-awaited follow-up to “Holding Cotton Candy Makes Morgan Freeman Grumpy.”
Yesterday in NYC, grumpy Morgan Freeman got extra grumpy as he threw death glares at the pap who took pictures of him dressed up like a mummy for a movie. Hey, a check is a check. When I first saw these pictures, I got excited, because I thought that Hollywood was finally making a thrilling and dramatic biopic about the life and times of Fruity Yummy Mummy. But sadly, these are pictures from the set of the remake of the 1979 movie Going In Style. I should’ve known, because if Morgan Freeman was playing Fruity Yummy Mummy, his eyes would be filled with sparkly happiness while thinking about all the awards coming his way.