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Reeeeejoice! There's one less Ed Hardy-wearing bag of butt plugs walking the streets! TMZ brings us the beautiful news that Brit Brit's former gas station escort is going off to the chokey. Adnan Ghalib was sentenced to 45 days behind bars for hitting a process server with his car last February. Last month, Adnan pleaded no contest to leaving the scene of an accident.

In addition to the 45 days in the clink, Adnan was placed on probation for 36 months and he must complete an anger management course as well as 45 days of hard labor. Unfortunately, the hard labor doesn't include cleaning the chunky jam out of Daddy Spears' toes.

So that's that! Now you can go back to forgetting Adnan Ghalib exists. Well, until your next bikini wax. Unfortunately, you'll think of him when your waxer asks if you want a landing strip or a baby crotch.

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UsWeekly is saying that Ceiling Eyes has bagged another hot piece. According to their asses, Ceiling Eyes is now looking up to Mark Salling (aka Puck the MILF lover from Glee).

Some hos spotted Ceiling Eyes and Puck getting close at Voyeur in Los Angeles last Thursday. The two spent 45-minutes talking into each other's ears and laughing about how she can never see her own toes. Ceiling Eyes and Puck left in separate cars, but apparently followed each other to continue the fun and games elsewhere.

Just add Puck to Ceiling Eyes' long list of prime dick including: Chris Pine, Corey Bohan (no relation to Blohan) and that Justin Bobby douche.

What the hell is the secret to Ceiling Eyes fuckcess? Maybe dudes are charmed by her permanent case of "dick sucking" eyes? Or maybe she just has a really good publicist. Yeah, my nipples are pointing to the latter.

Whenever I watch a Miley Cyrus interview, I close my eyes and think of an old lady with pink hair chain-smoking Lady Diamond cigarettes while sitting in front of her trailer on a broken down chair she got on special from Pic 'n' Save. It makes listening to that shit much more bearable.

Anyway, in a recent interview, Noah Cyrus' favorite pole dancing partner was asked if she was Team Edward or Team Jacob. Miley is Team FuckOffTwilight. She explained, "I've never seen it and nor will I ever. I don't believe in it. I don't like vampires. ... I don't like the wolf that pops out of the screen when I'm watching my TV at night. I don't like it. I don't want anything to do with it. I don't like the shirts. I don't like any of it."

See what I mean? Miley is as incoherent as an old bitch whose diet only consists of Mallomars and wine coolers. I mean, is she talking about Twatlight, Three Wolf Moon, or both? And if Miley doesn't like wolves popping out at her, she better stay away from 70s porn.

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Here we go again. A new totally staged clip featuring Carmen Electra, some dude and some ho has "leaked" onto the internet. The clip is basically the welfare version of McSteamy and the Noxzema Girl's non-sex tape. It features Carmen guzzling on a champagne bottle, dancing around like a post-seizure chimp on No-Doze, making out with the other skank and unzipping the pants of the dude filming this mess (teaser for part two, I'm sure). And just like the McSteamy tape, there's NO dick.

Not even the tip! What is wrong with this world?! Suddenly bitches have a case of the shies and want to keep their dicks to themselves. Are we pilgrims all of a sudden? Shit, I'm sure even the pilgrim dudes proudly waved their dicks around when they got to Plymouth Cock Rock.

Anyway, I'm sure Carmen Electra will clutch her pearl necklace (smearing it), put her hand on the bible and cry about how she can't believe that someone she thought she trusted would do something like this to her. Then she'll hire a pretend lawyer and file a pretend lawsuit. In the end, Carmen will consent to the tape, because she's "so tired of fighting." Blah blah blah blah... Same old whore song and dance.

Wake me when Spaghetti Cat's "sexy tape" leaks.

And here's St. Angie giving us FACE! FACE! FACE! FACE! on the poster for her new movie about the dark-sided life of the Morton Salt Girl (I wish).

Instead of spending their time trying to figure out how to put the word "salt" on this shit as many times as possible, the poster makers could've just moved her face over a little to the right. It's making me twitch.

And I also just want to take a dash of salt and sprinkle it all over her slug lips.

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Since I'm pretty much riding the ass of this "Levi Johnston in Playgirl" saga, here's the first teaser image from his full spread. It really isn't much, but we do get to see the pube bush on his pit. Although, Levi shouldn't be so quick to show off his wolf pit. A certain Palin would shoot it from a plane if she saw it running out in the wild.

Playgirl plans to unload a few more pictures in the next few days, none of which will contain full peen. Boo.

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If Amy Wino doesn't visit THE CLINIC (dun dun dun) at least a few times a month, the staff starts to get a little worried that they might lose their jobs. Lucky for them, Wino dropped in last night after she had a bad reaction from mixing medications.

The Mirror reports that Wino got the ills after she mixed over-the-counter cough medication with some shit she was already taking. A source said, "Amy took over-the-counter stuff for a cold but it didn't agree with medication she takes for her on-going recovery. A doctor came to the house and advised her to go the hospital to make sure she was all right. She was due to stay the night."

You would think that Wino's body is already used to every kind of drug in all combinations, so something in the milk ain't clean about this. It's not like she swallowed a vitamin or licked a clean piece of lettuce. My guess is that Wino is really in the hospital to get a fix of her latest addiction: plastic surgery. Don't widen your eyes if you see Wino strolling out of there with a new ass like a Care Bear or a nose like a Jackson.

Here's Wino trolling around London on Saturday night, just a few hours before she checked into the hospital.

St. Angie and Billy Goat Brad are joo-ree designers now. The two are putting out a collection of snake joo-ree through Asprey called "The Protector." WWD reports that they have been working on this shit for a year and it will be available at Asprey stores this week. Prices start at $525 and all proceeds will go to Education Partnership for Children of Conflict.

The snake design is based on St. Angie's slithery clitoris which has been known to strike at the ballsacks of mere mortal men. That is the official description from Asprey.

The collection features black diamond rings, diamond bracelets, an egg cup, a baby spoon and a tooth box. If you prefer cocaine instead of babies, the spoon, cup and box will also be of use to you. And don't worry, the diamonds are conflict-free, because they were made using the tears of angels and God's saliva.

Oh, and Lucius Malfoy has a question. He wants to know if they plan on making a cock-ring version in the near future?

It's nice to see that Andre Agassi's old wig is still getting work these days. It really brings out the "dopey" in Derek Jeter's eyes, right? Anyway, here's Jeter on Coney Island today shooting a cameo as a homeless dude in Marky Marky and Will Ferrell's new movie The Other Guys.

Derek Jeter as a homeless man is really fucking ironically hilarious (embrace the sarcasm), because in real-life he could buy hundreds of homeless people to take turns plucking his ass hairs out one by one. Actually, that's really depressing. Let's just go back to pointing and farting on that mop of cat tails on his head.

And duh, I'd even hit that shit from the front while wearing that gutter ass wig.

Over the weekend, Joe Perry seemed to think that Steven Tyler was going to tuck his bones into a soft bed and retire from Aerosmith forever. But you can't keep a zombie down, because Steven announced last night that he will continue to shimmy and shake with Aerosmith.

Steven made a surprise appearance during Joe Perry's show at the Fillmore in NYC where he declared that he was the rainbow, motherfucker! According to Rolling Stone, Steven jumped out of Glamberace's asshole and shouted, “I just want New York to know, I am not leaving Aerosmith. Joe Perry, you are a man of many colors. But I, motherfucker, am the rainbow!”

We all should all be soul jizzing over this news. Not because we care that Steven Tyler is in Aerosmith or not. But because if he left, he probably wouldn't have proclaimed that he is indeed the rainbow, motherfucker. Seriously, from now on we need to address him as: "Motherfucker, The Rainbow!"

And at next year's gay pride parades, I better see thousands of Steven Tylers waving in the damn air instead of rainbow flags.