LeAnn Rimes Admits To Calling The Paparazzi

Human vodka bag Chelsea Handler has spit out a lot of shit about the Falcor/Lamb Chop hybrid that is LeAnn Rimes, but the latter decided to be the bigger person by going on the former’s show. And by “bigger person” I mean that LeAnn is a fame whore in the truest sense of the phrase and will gladly look past someone’s obvious hate for her if there’s a TV camera involved.

LeAnn said that all the shit Chelsea talked about her actually helped her through her divorce, because she was able to laugh at Chelsea laughing at her. Uh huh. There’s dick pull #1 from LeAnn. Dick pull #2 came when LeAnn said her skinny ass body happened naturally. LeAnn was a fat kid and as she grew up the fat magically melted off revealing the grown up skeleton of a War Hose underneath. Uh huh. Finally, dick pull #3 came when LeAnn admitted to calling the paps once in a while, but says that they mostly just show up by themselves and it’s a thorn in her bony side:

LR: They just follow us everywhere. It’s quite annoying. Yes. I get annoyed with myself, to be honest.

CH: That’s good to hear. That’s refreshing. People want to know that. Now do you know when you’re getting your photograph taken. Some people would say that you set the photographs up. Some girls do that. Have you ever done that?

LR: I have actually set a photograph up to get people to leave me alone. Once the photographs are taken then they’re done. It’s not something that you go do often….. The really really freaky things… Like we’ll set photographs up for our wedding so we know everything’s taken care of and it’s going to be done the way we want to do it.

CH: Like pictures don’t get out that you don’t want to get out. Private photos. This is a good lesson in paparazzi.

LR: True. But yeah, certain ones where I’m like picking a wedgie out of my butt in a bathing suit. I definitely didn’t set that up.

If only this bitch could pull her eyelids out of the squint position to clearly see all of us rolling our eyes at this. Like any of us are buying this shit. I mean, somewhere there’s a crumpled up piece of paper in a paparazzo’s pocket that has GPS coordinates written on it over a note that reads: “At exactly 14:00, I will pick a wedgie out of my butt in a bathing suit. Get that in hi-res. It will be perfect for The National Enquirer’s annual Beach Bloopers cover.”

Click here to see LeAnn on Chelsea if you care. And here’s Mr. & Mrs. Squint at a pre-Grammy party last night.