A year ago, Katy Perry refused to listen to anybody who told her not to marry Russell Brand or make him sign a prenup, because they were in love and a love like theirs lasts forever. Except it didn’t, and now he’s entitled to half of the $44 million she made in 2011. TMZ says:
Everything they earned during their 14-month marriage is community property — which means they’re each entitled to 50% of the pot — so Russell could have scored a fortune if he exercised his community property rights.
But as one source put it, “This divorce is as amicable as it gets… Russell doesn’t want Katy’s money. He’s happy to walk away with the money he earned — which is far less than what Katy raked in.”
Well, I’ll be damned. I figured he would milk that dumb broad for all she’s worth. I wouldn’t have guessed there was a noble bone in Russell Brand’s body, unless “noble bone” was just one of those coy British euphemism meaning “erection.”
Maria Menounous bet “Extra” co-host Mario Lopez that she would strip down to nothing but a Giants bikini out in the freezing-ass cold in the middle of Times Square if the Patriots lost the Super Bowl, and she made good on her word yesterday afternoon. Damn she’s fine. I’m starting to think maybe someone paid off a couple of wide receivers to throw the game just so she’d have to do it.
Everyone was expecting Madonna to pull some Janet Jackson-type shenanigans during her Super Bowl half-time show, but it was M.I.A. who crossed FCC lines last nite… by giving the finger. Oooh. ESPN says:
In front of some 110 million viewers on NBC and uncounted others online, she flipped the bird and appeared to sing, “I don’t give a (expletive)” at one point, though it was hard to hear her clearly.
The NFL and NBC wasted little time in responding. “The obscene gesture in the performance was completely inappropriate, very disappointing and we apologize to our fans,” said Brian McCarthy, spokesman for the NFL, which produced Madonna’s halftime show.
Ah, the bird. How gangsta of her. She must have assumed we all peaked in seventh grade detention.
Meet Kim Kardashian’s Sketchers spokesmodel replacement: a French bulldog in tiny sneakers. Sweaty spoiled Armenians with big fakes asses must not resonate with consumers like they used to. USA Today says:
The move [to replace Kardashian] comes about two months after she filed for a divorce from basketball star Kris Humphries, but Skechers executives insist that negative PR following the divorce filing has nothing to do with their decision.
“Kim got us more attention than we ever dreamed,” says Leonard Armato, president of Skechers Fitness. “But we have to establish Skechers as more than a lifestyle company.”
In the spot, the tiny dog — bedecked in Skechers’ new GOrun shoes — races a pack of greyhounds.
That’s a real one-eighty — from a commercial starring someone who likes getting peed on to a commercial starring someone who likes to pee on things. It’s your classic role reversal. Subtle AND clever. I like it, Skechers!
Madonna was announced as the big halftime show performance at Super Bowl XLVI. I guess Geritol’s putting a bid in for ads this year. The NY Daily News says:
Madonna will perform at halftime of the NFL’s biggest game on Feb. 5, the NFL and NBC announced on Sunday night. The move had been rumored for months, but was not made official until halftime of NBC’s Lions-Saints game.
More than 162 million people in the U.S. watched The Black Eyed Peas’ halftime performance during last year’s Super Bowl at Cowboys Stadium, according to the Associated Press.
Yes, nothing appeals to your typical American football fan like a veiny middle-aged women dancing in a purple unitard with a team of submissives in leather tutus behind her. Next to beer, it’s practically their favorite thing.
When I first saw the words “painted ladies California” in the tagline under the pictures, I got really excited. Finally, more photos of early Colorist Movement Edwardian homes to add to my Nob Hill Historic District collection! But when I opened them, it turned out to be just a couple of sluts in body paint at a Playboy Super Bowl party. I’m sure you’re just as disappointed as I am.
Hef’s new girlfriends Karissa (number 69) and Kristina Shannon (also number 69):
