Recent news article have stated black market prices to see popstar “Hannah Montana” (also known by her real name, Miley Cyrus……wait, her name is Miley? Really?) in concert are getting too expensive for parents to bring their kids in concert. Tickets that were in the $25-$65 range, have no skyrocketed to the $163-$393 range. With front row seats in Los Angeles (also known as “LA”) selling at $2,427 a seat. That’s right, you read that correct, $2,427.00 a seat. If I ever asked my parents to spend close to $2,500, so I can see some girl strut around on a stage like an idiot, well before her Lohan-esque cocaine induced breakdown, I’m pretty sure my father would have slapped me in the face for just thinking about it.

And where is this “black market” that is selling these tickets? Does a shady charecter in a black trenchcoat stand in the corner of a Disney store, taking a break from trying to lure little kids to him with promises of candy and “good touches,” only to lure parents over with promises of Hannah Montana tickets so their kids won’t end up hating them in the future and join gangs.

In the end, I guess we all have our price…..but it sure as hell better not be $2,500 for the same thing over and over again.

The first annual convention for fans of the U.S. version of The Office was held his past weekend in Scranton, Pennsylvania, where the show takes place.  Scranton city officials were thrilled, as it was the first time that anyone anywhere voluntarily wanted to go to Scranton. The city was flooded with fans of the show, but please keep in mind these weren’t the type of fans like your own Hollywood Asshole, who loves the show but knows it’s just that - a show. Scranton was flooded with the type of fans who sit at home masturbating to the thought of Jim and Pam holding hands and spend their days on the IMDb message boards, debating if Angela or Kevin has better tasting boobs (*ahem*…Kevin).

The convention had a Q&A with the cast, minus Steve Carrell, Rainn Wilson, John Krasinski and Jenna Fischer. So basically the four main characters of the show blew it off. There was also a look-alike contest and other things that were very lame and probably made one wish they had ingested LSD beforehand so there would be some semblance of fun.

Or at least that’s what shining Anglophile Evan Rachel Wood, who is staring in Julie Taymor’s groundbreaking new musical movie Across the Universe, believes. Evan Rachel Wood, who turned the tender age of 20 on Sept. 7th, is dating the top man America loves to hate, Marilyn Manson, 38.

Stating she isn’t interested in living “the typical hollywood lifestyle”, citing her choice to stay away from clubs and partying, she took the high road and made - a sex tape. But we’re not talking Paris Hilton (waste of life) style. In the considerably vicious sex scene which opens the Lolita inspired music video for Manson’s first single off his forthcoming album “Heart shaped glasses”, the two roll, claw, bite and practically eat each others faces off in a not for the squeamish styled sequence atop a “blood” drenched queen sized bed.

hold on we need another,

Christ Almighty!

Wood insists that viewers should look past the “ugliness” of the human substance thunrderstorm. To that I ask, do I need x-ray vision? Because all I see is you covered in innards my dear.

Your wise beyond your years acting skills and perfect cheek bones might be endearing Miss Wood, but I think you plummeted to the bowels of America’s sweetheart list when you squealed like a dying piglet while publicly banging a heshe who paints his skin white, carries collagen lip injections with him at all times and gets nipple less breast implants for fun. But shit man, this must be love! Right, and I’m dating freaken George Clooney. Larson, bitch…

First, in a series of Prime Time TV Biatches.

Taylor (from the show Kid Nation) wins this award for not helping out when the town was ridding itself of the huge trash pile that had accumulated.  They ended up burying it way outside of town in 4 foot deep holes.  Taylor threw a major fit with her friend Leila, and for that, Taylor becomes the first BIATCH of Prime Time TV.

…watch Grey’s Anatomy.  ‘Nufffffffffffffffffffffffffffffff said.

Garrison Keillor, the host of Minnesota Public Radio’s own “A Praerie Home Companion” has won a restraining order against a woman who sent him bizarre gifts, like a petrified alligator foot and dead beetles. The beloved radio presenter and actor alleged he received unwelcome phone calls and disturbing emails from Andrea Campbell, 43, of Hawkinsville, Georgia.  Let’s think about this: Garrison Keillor, the guy in the picture above, had a stalker who wanted to fuck him every which way. That’s pretty far out there, even for a stalker. At least I understand where the Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp stalkers are coming from - those guys are attractive, and I say that with a flawless record of heterosexuality. But Garrison Keillor? The guy looks like Dwight Schrute at age 60.

Sir Anthony Hopkins’ estate in California is being threatened by the wildfires there. The movie star and his wife live in coastal Point Dume near Santa Barbara and have so far escaped the many fires burning throughout southern California. But Hopkins isn’t taking any chances, and is limiting the time he spends in Los Angeles, promoting his directorial debut Slipstream. He says, “It’s (fires) a terrible thing to watch but so far we’re OK. I’m going straight back to make sure everything’s OK.”  A nearby man who lost his home and two dogs to the fire then punched Hopkins in the face.

Sean “Diddy” Combs has added another business venture to his empire - the music mogul has signed a multi-year contract to promote vodka. The rapper has agreed to promote Ciroc vodka for a 50 percent share of any profits. Combs, who also has clothing and perfume lines, will be responsible for marketing the brand. He says, “I’m not just a celebrity endorser, I’m a brand builder. I’m a luxury brand builder.  Now fucking drink this vodka or I’ll get my bodyguards to bust motherfucking caps into your chest, punk!  POP POP POP!  Just like that!  POP POP POP!”

 Source: The Internet Movie Database

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