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Britney Spears Upskirt Pictures. Again.

Hello there! I recognize this. It’s Britney Spears flashing her snatch while wearing a tacky dress and ugly brown boots. Man, just when I thought those days were over, Britney came through and hooked me up. I lost count of how many times I double and triple checked the date of these pictures, but they all say June, 2009. It’s like licking a candy cane and expecting same old peppermint, but getting Ashtray flavored Mentos instead. Fresh, nonetheless.

Mark’s book wasn’t necessarily about Paris Hilton, but more about what a vile cesspool of debauchery Hollywood is and how people, such as filthy rich Paris Hilton, keep its Hellbound wheels spinning. However, the following lovely gem that didn’t make it into the final edit of his book shouldn’t be ignored:

“I got in touch with Elizabeth Jawhary, a former Hollywood party girl who claims she serviced both Burkle and Field on occasion. Writer Ben Wallace also met Jawhary doing research in L.A. “She was a recovering meth addict, but she did talk about Paris Hilton being along for the ride,” he says. Indeed, when I first contacted her, she was quick to volunteer, “With Paris it was very low key. She would fly down and I was there with them. We would party pretty hard. Paris got naked, and the girls would get naked. This was mainly in Vegas. There were times where you would have Ted or Ron come down, and they would pretty much pay for girl-on-girl action. I’d be there. And they’d pay to watch us girls going at it. And they’d bring in Augie Busch III.”"

Long story short, Jawhary was one of those young high paid whores who serviced rich and famous clients. Think Heidi Fleiss. But this was bigger than Heidi Fleiss. This was Michelle Braun. This means ugly, dorky, freaky billionaires who pay over $5,000 an hour to watch a few “famous” girls like Paris Hilton and other skanks lick each other for a night while they sit and play with themselves. Easy money.

Of course Paris Hilton denies it. Rush & Malloy reports:

“Paris Hilton finds a lot of things “hot,” but the idea of once taking part in a lesbian sex show is not one of them. For the past six years, the heiress has done her best to prove she’s more than a girl who … well, you know what she did on that sex tape that her skeevy ex-boyfriend sold. But now, having gone on to a half-dozen movie roles, two books, a CD, and fragrance and footwear lines, she’s fending off the claim of a woman who says she and Paris once stripped for high-rollers in Vegas…

A rep for Hilton tells us that claims that the heiress was involved in any such adventure are “totally untrue and a complete fabrication.””

Man, it would be fantastic if the Feds busted Paris Hilton on all her tax evasion one day. From all her private whoring to the kickbacks she’s made from her sex tape there’s bound to be at least a 10 year prison sentence in there somewhere. But if I were them I’d be nervous about opening her books. Never know what sort of mutant viruses might fly out. Instead of 12 Monkeys, it’d be 12 Wonkys.

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Paris Hilton is a Hooker. Literally. Seriously.

“James “Tappy” Wright says that Hendrix’s manager, Michael Jeffrey, drunkenly confessed to killing him by stuffing pills into his mouth and washing them down with several bottles of red wine because he feared Hendrix intended to dump him for a new manager, according to a report in the Mail on Sunday. In his book, Rock Roadie, Mr Wright says Jeffrey told him in 1971 that Hendrix had been “worth more to him dead than alive” as he had taken out a life insurance policy on the musician worth $2m (about £1.2m at the time), with himself as the beneficiary. Two years later, Jeffrey was killed in a plane crash. Hendrix died in September 1970, aged 27. An ambulance crew found his body in the Samarkand Hotel, west London, in the room of a woman called Monika Dannemann, whom he had known for only a few days. Hendrix was alone in the room, lying on his back, with the gas fire on and the door open. There was no record of who had called the ambulance. His inquest recorded the cause of his death as barbiturate intoxication and inhalation of vomit, and recorded an open verdict. Describing the night of Jeffrey’s confession, Mr Wright wrote: “I can still hear that conversation, see the man I’d known for so much of my life, his face pale, hand clutching at his glass in sudden rage.” Wright claims Jeffrey told him: “I had to do it, Tappy. You understand, don’t you? I had to do it. You know damn well what I’m talking about. “I was in London the night of Jimi’s death and together with some old friends… we went round to Monika’s hotel room, got a handful of pills and stuffed them into his mouth… then poured a few bottles of red wine deep into his windpipe. “I had to do it. Jimi was worth more much to me dead than alive. That son of a bitch was going to leave me. If I lost him, I’d lose everything.” John Bannister, the surgeon who dealt with Hendrix at hospital, has said he was convinced the star had drowned in red wine, despite having very little alcohol in his bloodstream. “I recall vividly the very large amounts of red wine that oozed from his stomach and his lungs and in my opinion there was no question that Jimi Hendrix had drowned, if not at home then on the way to the hospital,” he wrote in 1992.”

If this is true, it totally sucks, but drowning in red wine isn’t the worst way to go. It sounds sorta glamorous. Elvis died taking a dump. That’s not glamorous at all. You know what else isn’t glamorous? Bumpits.

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Kate Gosselin Bikini Pictures

Cockatoo head had herself a little photo-op at the beach this weekend. I guess we’re supposed to take from this that Kate really does spend time with her kids and she looks super great for a woman who’s had eight kids. In reality, nannies raise her eight little ATMs while she goes under the knife and gets her stupid, butt-ugly hair done. The only thing less sexy than that is stepping in dog shit. Unless you track the shit on Kate’s carpet so she can go insane and spontaneously combust - then the sexy factor is off the charts.