This makes me unreasonably happy. In fact, this makes my day. Lady Gaga was strutting around in Heathrow Airport dressed like Marilyn Manson’s gimp, when she tripped up on her ugly-as-sin platform boots and ate it in front of everyone. I don’t think those fetish boots are made to be worn outside the dungeon, for this very reason. What I want to know is, how long does it take to get those off to go through security, and how many people does she make wait while she removes all metal objects? God, I hate her so much. She has “inconsiderate bitch” written all over her fugly face.

I think I’m going to make a flip book out of these:

Nicole Kidman dishes about sex and marriage in a more-than-you-ever-wanted-to-know interview in next month’s GQ magazine. The Daily Mail quotes her as saying:

‘I’ve explored obsession. I’ve explored loss and love in terms of being in a grief-stricken place, I’ve explored strange sexual fetish stuff, I’ve explored the mundane aspect of marriage, and monogamy,’ she said.

But she described her present marriage as ‘raw’ and ‘dangerous’.

‘You work on it,’ she said. ‘It’s a very extraordinary, adventurous place to be: incredibly raw, incredibly dangerous.’

“Raw” and “dangerous?” I’m sorry — isn’t she married to Keith Urban? The only thing “raw” about that guy is maybe his ass cheeks because his leather pants were so tight they chafed. He’s about as dangerous as a retard wielding a pair of safety scissors and a giant foam finger.

Looking like a wax statue at the Omega store on Fifth Avenue last month:

PHOTO SOURCE: Pacific Coast News