Page Six is reporting this morning that last weekend at the Blender Sessions, during a celebration for restaurant owner Mike Matushcka’s 40th birthday, Ashlee Simpson was acting possessively around her pansy boyfriend, Fall Out Boy bassist Pete Wentz.

Simpson refused to let any girl come between herself and her man. When female fans tried to take their pictures with Wentz, Simpson “got whiny and dragged him away,” a spy said.

I think Ashlee is barking (no pun intended) up the wrong tree, here. If she’s going to get jealous over fucking Pete Wentz maybe she should start with something a little more feasible — for instance that his hair is prettier than hers, or that his eye makeup is always flawless, or even that his ass looks nicer in skinny jeans. But other girls?? Shit! If I were Ashlee I’d just thank my lucky stars he’s not making eyes at the waiter.

More of the Hamburglar and her gay boyfriend out in L.A. last month, after the jump.

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Pete Wentz (the gay one on the right) and his emo pussy band Fall Out Boy were involved in a little scuffle with a “fan” at their Spin magazine hosted performance at Schuba’s Monday night. According to Perez Hilton:

Shortly after taking the stage, “a man in the audience started heckling Pete. The man was making fun of Pete’s hoody, mocking Ashlee Simpson and calling Pete a sell-out.” After performing only a three song set, the band got up and walked off stage, but before Wentz walked out the side door he “he lunged for the heckler in the audience and punched him in the side of the face. A few other guys got some shots in, including a bodyguard and some random guy from the audience. The bodyguards were able to pull Pete out of the side door, but after everyone was through with the heckler, he lie on the floor with a ripped shirt, bloody nose, and had apparently bled all over the floor of the venue. A few people got some cell phone picture shots.”

I didn’t see it firsthand, but I bet that as soon as that guy hit the floor, Pete planted his face in the guy’s crotch and gave his testicles a bit of a “how’s your father.” All while rubbing coconut flavored lube around his anus and tossing handfuls of rainbow glitter in the air. Forget Mortal Kombat — everybody knows that gay guys have the best finishing moves!