Britney Spears’ boyfriend Jason Trawick is no longer her manager — Britney fired him so he could “concentrate on being her boyfriend with no financial ties.” Ooh, looks like somebody dared to tell her that KFC wasn’t really a tax write-off. According to Page Six

Her rep confirmed, “Britney Spears and her longtime agent, Jason Trawick, have decided to end their professional relationship and focus on their personal relationship.” A source told us, “Jason struggled with being on her payroll as her manager while they were dating. He wanted things to be on a more level footing,” adding their romance was still strong.

This is totally fucking boring, but Google Trends says you want to talk about it, so let’s talk, shall we? Let’s see… there’s, um, the whole “conflict of interest” thing… and, um… I dunno… fried chicken’s probably involved, I guess — hey, look! Sports Illustrated cover girl Brooklyn Decker is doing a cartwheel! In a bikini! With a huge camel toe! I think I’ve said everything that needed saying here.

More of Brooklyn in her bikini after the jump:

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It’s not all silicone and sunshine in Speidi-Land — Spencer Pratt is reportedly holding wife Heidi Montag hostage in her own home. According to MSNBC:

Heidi Montag is trapped inside Spencer Pratt’s prison. Pratt is barely leaving the house, and he’s making Heidi stick close to his side.

“Yes, we’ve been out of the house only three times this month, but that’s because I’m busy working on several business ventures,” [Spencer said].

The couple is not living in the lavish Hollywood Hills home featured on “The Hills,” but instead in an “unkempt and unsafe home” in Pacific Palisades.

“The living room is filled with Spencer’s mess, which Heidi often has to clean up. Spencer lines the window with crystals, which he believes will keep bad spirits out but keep Heidi locked in,” according to a source.

I don’t know how a pile of rocks on a windowsill is gonna keep anybody “locked in,” but remember, we’re talking about Heidi Montag here. A chain-latch might as well be a lexicographic algorithm.

More of Brooklyn Decker in a bikini, because Heidi looks like an blow-up sex doll (15 more pics after the jump):

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I won’t be coughing up the eight-fifty to see Adam Sandler’s new movie “Just Go With It,” and if you had any brains at all, you wouldn’t either. Doctors tell me that “You Don’t Mess with the Zohan” is the reason I’m no longer able to love. I’d say more, but ongoing litigation with Happy Madison Productions legally prevents me from doing so. Is this really the kind of chance you’re willing to take just because Brooklyn Decker’s in a bikini?

PHOTO SOURCE: Bauer Griffin Online

Tennis star Andy Roddick’s wife Brooklyn Decker has been revealed as this year’s cover girl for Sports Illustrated 2010 Swimsuit Edition, which hits newsstands today. Also hitting today: angry women who catch their husbands trying to rub one out on Brooklyn’s face while crouching behind the riding mower in the tool shed. I can still see you from here, dumbass!

Lots more nearly-naked Brooklyn after the jump:

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The 2009 Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Explorer’s Edition Portfolio contains tons of bikini-clad pictures of models Bar Rafaeli, Brooklyn Decker and Hilary Rhoda (just to name a few), although I’m not entirely sure what makes it the “Explorer’s Edition.” Perhaps there’s a mariner’s guide to the Straits of Magellan and a crudely-drawn map to the Lost City of Gold in the back. You know, in case you feel like rubbing one out on the legend of El Dorado instead of Bar Rafaeli’s face. I’m sure that happens a lot if your last name is Pizarro.

After looking at these pictures of tennis star Andy Roddick’s wife Brooklyn Decker in GQ magazine, I’m afraid I might actually be gay. No, I’m serious. The sleeveless flannel and the patchouli rock deodorant and the double-headed dildo you found in my closet — those were just a phase. This is the real deal right here. I’m in love!

This time of year is so filled with the magic and wonder of romance.  No, not the chocolate hearts and flowers Hallmark Valentine bullshit, you mincing nancy.  I’m referring, of course, to that special time each year when Sports Illustrated stops talking about boring stuff like actual sports, and instead puts out their annual Swimsuit Issue.  Love is in the air, dudes.

This year’s cover girl is Bar Refaeli, supermodel and Leonardo DiCaprio arm candy:

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