In his interview with Details magazine, Shia LaBeouf claimed he hooked up with co-star Megan Fox while they were shooting the Transformers movies. I called bullshit on him, but it turns out he was telling the truth after all. And as for Megan’s now-husband Brian Austin Green, it seems at the time, they had briefly gone their separate ways, leaving the door wide open for Shia. Us Magazine says:

“Yes, Megan and Shia hooked up,” a set source confirms.

“But It was when Megan and Brian broke up,” the source explains. “They had a 10-month break before getting back together.” (Indeed, Fox and Green, 36, did have a break of nearly a year before reuniting and eventually tying the knot in June 2010.)

So Megan’s defense is “we were on a break?” It didn’t work for Ross Geller, and it doesn’t work now. It’s almost as bad as recycling a running gag from “Friends.” I think we both should be ashamed.

I would read Cat Fancy or Progressive Grocer before I ever picked up a copy of any magazine that claimed Shia LaBeouf was “the most honest and complex actor alive,” but Details does just that in their latest issue. In the interview, Shia bitches, moans, pisses and complains no less than 17 times before claiming he boned Megan Fox in the next-to-last paragraph. Always wanna end on a high note, those honest and complex types. Details says:

Asked if he hooked up with Fox, LaBeouf nods affirmatively. “Look, you’re on the set for six months, with someone who’s rooting to be attracted to you, and you’re rooting to be attracted to them,” he explains. “I never understood the separation of work and life in that situation. But the time I spent with Megan was our own thing, and I think you can see the chemistry onscreen.”

When I inquire about Fox’s status at the time with her longtime boyfriend, Brian Austin Green, LaBeouf replies, “I don’t know, man. I don’t know. I don’t know. I don’t know,” repeating the phrase exactly 12 times with various intonations, as if trying to get it just right. Finally, he says, “It was what it was.”

If you had banged Megan Fox, you’d be shouting it from the damn rooftops, not shaking your head in befuddlement before coming up with some infuriatingly evasive cliche like “it was what it was.” That’s the kind of cop-out answer that falls under the heading “Vague and Nondescript Answers You Give Your Buddies When You Get Denied,” along with such favorites as “well, stuff happened” and “sorry, but I don’t kiss and tell.”

PHOTO SOURCE: Details Magazine

I already told you all about his gayness a year ago, but Gavin Rossdale is just now publicly owning up to the sexual relationship he had with 1980′s New Romantic gender-bender Marilyn. The Daily Mail says:

Asked why he has waited until now to speak out, Rossdale, 44, said he was scared of ruining his career.

“I think at the outset there was a sort of fear—that was right at the beginning of Bush, and I didn’t want it to be part of it,” he said.

“It’s just one of those things: Move on. When you’re 17, Jesus Christ. I don’t think there’s anything strange about any form of—you’re learning about life. It’s a part of growing up. That’s it. No more, no less.’

Asked if it was just a one-time experimentation, he replied: ‘Yeah. That was it. You have to know what you like, and I know what I like.’

But maybe he’s not so sure about what he likes after all, because as soon as the interview was over, he decided he didn’t like having told the whole damn world he was into butt sex with dudes for a while. Mostly because he’d never actually admitted it to his wife:

Rossdale reportedly ‘pleaded’ with the editors of Details magazine not to include his admission in the interview, apparently because wife Gwen Stefani did not know about the dalliance, but they refused.

Sources said she was aware of the rumors but her husband’s candor meant that for the first time he had to tell her they were true.

Spouses do NOT like it when you tell an intimate secret to everyone else but them. Like if you told all his co-workers you used to be a porn star named Salty Melons or that you had both male and female genitalia until that surgery five years ago. That’s what both my ex-husbands deemed “deal-breakers.”

Ali Larter in next month’s Mexican Esquire, because it’s way too gay in here:

You probably never noticed it before, but Malin Åkerman’s name has a tiny circle on it. Like this little dot, right over the A. Circle… dot… Jesus, does anybody else see where this is going? This is clearly part of some diabolical plot by the Swiss to preternaturally immunize against cooties without ever having to administer the shot! My God. It was right in front of me the whole time. Everything I thought I knew about the third grade recess dynamic is a lie! Also: boobs.

A couple of these are NSFW:

Now that her divorce from Tiger Woods is final, Elin Nordegren has broken her nine-month silence in an exclusive 19-hour sit-down with People magazine:

“I’ve been through hell. It’s hard to think you have this life, and then all of a sudden — was it a lie?” says the 30-year-old mother of two. “But I survived. It was hard, but it didn’t kill me. I have been through the stages of disbelief and shock, to anger and ultimately grief over the loss of the family I so badly wanted for my children.”

Elin, who is studying towards a college degree in psychology, says [of] her husband’s betrayal: “I felt stupid as more things were revealed. How could I not have known anything? The word ‘betrayal’ isn’t strong enough. I felt embarrassed for having been so deceived. I felt betrayed by many people around me. I never suspected, not a one. When all this was going on, I was home a lot more with pregnancies, then the children and my school. Initially, I thought we had a chance, and we tried really hard.”

She tells the magazine this was her first – and last – interview, as she intends to remain a private person.

Ultimately, though — even though I’m sure she’s found some satisfaction in her ex’s public derision and the complete dismantling of his once-marketable image (and its subsequent effect on his golf game) — nothing has given her more joy than the watching the Dwarf Elephant-unicorn hybrids frolicking in her diamond gardens from high atop the space station she had constructed out of platinum and lined with Mongolian cashmere and c-notes. “I find natural fibers breathe a bit better,” she’s quoted as saying.

The late Brittany Murphy’s husband Simon Monjack was found dead last night at his home in Hollywood Hills. His death comes less than six months after Brittany’s untimely death from cardiac arrest in December of last year. TMZ reports:

Law enforcement sources say Brittany’s mother, Sharon, found Monjack unconscious in the master bedroom around 9:30PM, and then called 911.

Monjack was pronounced dead sometime after paramedics arrived.

LAPD is at the home now along with the coroner and a death investigation is underway.

No further details have yet to be released, but I think I know how it all went down: an assortment of moules marinieres, pate de foie gras, beluga caviar, eggs benedictine, leek tarts, frogs’ legs amandine and quail’s eggs on a bed of pureed mushroom all mixed together in a bucket, followed by a double jeroboam of champagne and one wafer-thin mint. I just feel sorry for the crime scene investigation team and whoever got to clean it all up.

UPDATE: Some are suggesting it might be an overdose of prescription drugs. Clearly, they haven’t seen the reenactment video.

Reenactment of the events leading up to Simon’s death:

Brittany in Maxim:

Twilight puss Robert Pattinson was forced to endure a 12-hour photo shoot with a bunch of naked chicks for his spread in next month’s Details magazine. See if you can guess how much he enjoyed that. Nine MSN says

“I really hate vaginas,” Showbiz Spy quoted him as saying. “I’m allergic to vagina. But I can’t say I had no idea, because it was a 12-hour shoot, so you kind of get the picture that these women are going to stay naked after, like, five or six hours.

But I wasn’t exactly prepared. I had no idea what to say to these girls. Thank God I was hungover.”

“Allergic to vagina?” I’ve never heard it called that before. Most people usually refer to that condition as “faggoty-ass faggot.” In fact, that’s actually the correct term to use when filling out medical questionnaires and college applications. Just so you know.

Several of these are NSFW:

Channing Tatum is featured in the January 2010 issue of Details magazine, and the article tells a heartwarming story about the time he burned the living hell out of his junk:

Channing Tatum’s penis is gross. It looks like a hot dog that’s been left too long on the grill. The tip is hot-pink, singed, and shriveled. It appears angry. And it’s painful to view. My penis hurts just from looking at it. Movie stars tend to be vain, by nature and profession, but Chan—that’s what everyone calls him—does not mind one bit showing me his sad, withered wiener.

Tatum has recently returned from Scotland, where he was filming a Roman battle epic called The Eagle of the Ninth, directed by Kevin Macdonald (The Last King of Scotland). The role is a familiar one: For the fourth time in his brief career, Tatum plays a soldier—this one from Rome’s legendary Ninth Legion. “It’s really a beautiful story of trust and honor and friendship,” he says. He nods thoughtfully, then lets out a laugh. “But I’ll never shoot a movie in Scotland again. Ever.”

Tatum was pretend-soldiering one raw, wet October day in the Scottish Highlands. The action required him to wade in ice-cold water, which, despite a high-tech wetsuit, could be withstood for only a few minutes. “The only way to keep warm was by pouring a mix of boiling water and river water down your suit. We were finally done shooting for the day, and one of the crew guys asks if I want to warm up before I go. I’m like, Nah, I’m good. And then I thought, Why not? Thing is, he’d forgotten to dilute the kettle water. So he poured scalding water down my suit. And I was trying to pull the suit away from my body to somehow get away from the boiling water, and the more I pulled the suit away, the lower the water went. It just went straight down and pretty much burned the skin off the head of my dick.”

“It was the most painful thing I have ever experienced in my life,” he says, flipping through photos on his iPhone until he lands on a grainy snapshot of a scorched member. His scorched member. “I’m good . . . now,” he says with a grin. “Now my penis is fantastic! One hundred percent recovered. Put me back in the game, Coach.”

Tatum was rushed to the nearest hospital—an hour away. Before long, the ice pack he was applying to the burn lost its chill. “I said to the driver, who was ex-special-forces Marines, ‘You might have to knock me out, because I don’t know if I can take the pain. Just grab something and hit me on the back of my head.’” Morphine finally KO’d the agony, and a team of doctors salved and bandaged his wound. “I had five guys looking at my shriveled, burned penis,” he says proudly.

The full article (which you can read here) is pretty extensive and includes all sorts of things like Tatum’s upcoming role in Dear John with Amanda Seyfried, his weight gain between roles, his marriage to Jenna Dewan, his childhood stutter and severe depression caused by medication he took for ADD, his chronic shirtlessness and former career as a stripper.

In the January 2010 issue of Details magazine:

If you want to see a waste of a perfectly good naked woman, try on next month’s Details magazine for size. You’ll find American Idol runner-up and notorious flamer Adam Lambert doing his best hetero impression all over a beautiful naked female model inside. I just don’t get it. Adam Lambert is gay, and Details magazine is gay… it doesn’t make any sense. The only way a naked woman is going to appeal to that target demographic is if there’s an article about the sophisticated old world charm wainscoting adds to a room and a recipe for the perfect risotto al Barolo printed on her backside.

People are always asking me, “Hey, Abby — why has it been all ‘nipple’ this and ‘booby’ that around here lately?” And the answer is simple. It’s because according to Google statistics, that’s what 92% of people on the internet are trying to see. Pander to the masses, I always say! I also say, “I reject your reality and substitute my own” and “No griefing the Game Master!” Yeah, people don’t really like me all that much.

A Tom Brady bone for my ladies:

Miley Cyrus‘ 20-year old boyfriend Justin Gaston offers a little insight into the inner machinations of a male model’s mind in a positively riveting interview in next month’s Details magazine.

On who would play him in a movie:

“I think if Ashton Kutcher played me, like, he would be probably a funnier me. He’s a pretty funny guy. But I’m going to say Johnny Depp, just cause I really like Johnny Depp and we’re just going to be crazy, like. Like Johnny Depp’s going to play like an older me. He’s gonna be like me when I’m older. Cause he’s a really cool and he’s a great actor so then I’ll seem really cool.”

On who he would like to trade lives with:

“I’d like to be one of those lap dogs that just get petted all day. Cause they just have the best life. They wake up, they get fed and they have attention all the time. I like attention. I don’t like to be by myself, so I want to be one of those little dogs. Is that weird?”

Then he said, “I’m pretty sure there’s a lot more to life than being really, really, ridiculously good looking. And I plan on finding out what that is” before adding, “You know, words can only hurt you if you try to read them. That’s why I don’t play their game.”

I always thought Emmy Rossum kinda looked like an albatross until I saw these pictures of her in next month’s issue of Details magazine. Boy, was I wrong. She looks nothing like a bird. She looks like she could be Eva Mendes’ slutty little sister or something. So, because I am humble enough to admit my mistakes, I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to Ms. Rossum for my avian comparison of late, and ask that she please allow me to extend my open invitation to wear her ass like a surgeon’s mask. It’s the least I could do, considering the circumstances.

PHOTO CREDIT: Matthias Vriens for DETAILS