The (internet) radio might get cool again??

I’m not the kind of guy to spread rumors, oh no. I wouldn’t say something unless it was a cold hard fact. But as Lance from filmdrunk.com says, there are question marks in the title and that only can mean one thing; SPECULATION TIME! Apparently Lenny has been talking to The Powers That Be at the radio station and you might be able to expect the triumphant return of “The Lenny and Jonny Show” come May. Who knows if this is true, you know how those famous and sexy radio guys lie.

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I am out of town on “day job” stuff for the next week, so if you need your celebrity gossip fix just go to all the sites that I plagiarize from. I should be returning to regular posting by the 25th or so. Hang in there, I’ll be back.

In support of Justin Timberlake

I’m gonna regret doing this. I wasn’t even going to comment on it because everyone else is, but I have to support JT who is catching flack after some bloggers and writers, namely PopSugar, got all pissy about his induction speech for Madonna last night. JT went all Tony Romo on Britney Spears with his “roast” of Madonna in a way that makes me like him a little more. Don’t get me wrong, I still think he tossed the collective salads of Michael Jackson and Timbaland to get where he is, but he publicly makes fun of Madonna and Britney Spears and I can respect that. Plus “LoveStoned/I Think She Knows” gets stuck in my head every time I hear it. Give me a break, I’m not made of stone.

She has still found time to kiss someone I may or may not have publicly kissed myself while I was in the audience” Timberlake said. “Of course you know I was talking about Sean Penn.”…Timberlake punctuated his remarks with, “The world has always been full of Madonna wannabes and I might have even dated a couple.” [source]

I’m surprised PopSugar would shake their finger in shame at Timberlake, they are usually too busy kissing the asses of people that every other blog in the world is mocking. That is why we’re here. They pay people to kiss their ass and its our job to counter that. Checks and balances, its what keeps this country great.

I blame MTV

Madonna must have really been excited when she was inducted in to the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame last night, because she completely forgot to fake a British accent. And she called the crowd “motherfuckers” as soon as she got on stage. How rock and roll of her. In her long and illustrious career Madonna has proved that being a mediocre singer and dancer, leeching off of good producers, and stealing Michael Jackson’s manager can get you places. She went on to talk about doing drugs in the 80’s (racy!) and had Iggy Pop do her performance for her.

Also inducted that night was heartland rocker John Melloncamp and singer-songwriter Leonard Cohen who wrote that song “Halleiluah” that you secretly like even though you thought Jeff Buckley wrote it. The Ventures and The Dave Clark Five were also inducted, although, to the best of my knowledge, none of them called anybody a motherfucker.

George Clooney is gonna do what?!-UPDATE

Marie Claire is saying that George Clooney is going to marry Sarah Larson.

The self-confessed marriage-shy actor is, according to inside reports, already engaged to Sarah, whom he met when she served him drinks at the Palm Casino Hotel in Las Vegas.

One restaurant worker in Laglio, the town where Clooney has a villa, said: ‘They haven’t made any announcement yet, but there are people in this town who know more than me. They say the couple are already engaged.’

George needs to figure out his place in this world. I was fine when he was dating Renee Zellweger and that Talia Balsam chick, but now that he’s picking up cocktail waitresses he’s poaching from our field. an average guys chances with a Zellweger are slim, but desperate cocktail waitresses are fish in a barrel. Get off my lawn, Clooney.

UPDATE- Us Weekly has a scoop saying this isn’t true. I don’t want to say I told you so, but…

I have an announcement

It was announced this weekend that Matt Damon and his wife Luciana are expecting their third child. In honor of this momentous occasion I would like to announce that the phrase “Baby Bump” is banned on Can He Really Say That from this point on.  Included in this is “baby bulge”, “baby pooch”, and “baby bubble”. Because fuck overused buzz words.

EPIC FAIL!! Pt. 2

There was a rumor that if the writers strike ended television would get good again. Nobody told E! it seems, who rolled out Ashton Kutchers “Pop Fiction” last Sunday. The premier episode was Avril Lavigne wearing a prosthetic “baby bump” around LA to see if photographers would notice.

Here is a clip from the show…

The object of the show, for those who don’t know, is to get celebrities who think they are far more important than they actually are to partake in “pranks” to trick the paparazzi and celebrity media/blog world, thus making them realize how stupid their actions are. This did, in fact, succeed in having an affect on me as a celebrity blogger. I now think Avril Lavigne should have her tubes tied. I again just don’t feel very punk’d. A married woman might be pregnant, eh? How outlandish, how risque!

The best part of the show is all the big talk about how awesome its going to be until they pull up to where she has to get out and she almost chickens out because she is afraid all the people will think she’s fat. Well, maybe the best part of the show is the fact that nobody thought she looked pregnant. Yeah, thats the best.

Ashton Kutcher, Paris Hilton tricked us all. Sort of…

We’ve been punk’d. You too, you are included in the “we” of which I speak. USA Today revealed yesterday that Paris’ spiritual journey was all part of Ashton Kutcher’s Grand Plan to trick the paparazzi and blogging world and it worked. Kind of. I mean, it wasn’t that great of a punk. To be honest I still think Paris is the one that got punk’d. She had to waste a Saturday night hanging out with some old hairy dude, She looked like a hypocritical asshole for doing it, she had to give a piece of her jewelry to a stranger, and almost a week later they come out with this weak story about how it was for a show for E!. Not just any show, an Ashton Kutcher show.

From USA Todays website:

And though some accused Hilton of getting Punk’d, the joke’s on them: The entire scene was staged for a new show from Punk’d producer Ashton Kutcher premiering Sunday on E! (10:30 ET/PT).

Pop Fiction, an eight-episode series, is a prank show targeting paparazzi and gullible media outlets. It’s made with the eager help of stars, who were the laughing stocks of Kutcher’s former MTV show. This time the shoe’s on the other foot, and the series has been kept so tightly under wraps that E!’s own website fell victim to the Hilton hoax and other planted stories that producers won’t yet divulge.

I just don’t feel that…punky. It isn’t like Ashton jumped out from behind a plant to rub my face in it only so I can have the same ” Who the fuck is he? Is that the kid from ‘Dude, Where’s My Car’?” reaction that every famous person he pranked had. Keep trying, guy. You’ll get there.

Sam Lufti is persistant, psychotic

I assume everyone is up to date with who Sam Lufti is and that there is a restraining order against him from the Spears camp, and if you are you didn’t hear about it from me because I hate writing about this chick.  This story is too good to pass up though.  It would appear that  Sam Lufti’s desire to control chubby, rich white girls can’t be stopped even by a court order.  OK magazine said this yesterday:

Lufti, who was formally served with papers two weeks ago, is fighting back and has enlisted the help of none other than Brit herself to overturn the restraining order.
Sam, who’s banned from going within 250 yards of Britney, contacted her via a third party to sway her back on his side.
“I am going to call Britney to the stand so she can tell the world how I was helping her,” Sam reportedly said. “I am innocent. I am Britney’s friend and would never hurt her.”
That’s hard to believe based on Lynne Spears’ testimony for the restraining order, in which she revealed Sam had been secretly drugging Brit and controlling every aspect of her life. But in Sam’s mind, that doesn’t warrant a restraining order.

I’m curious as to why he hasn’t gotten in trouble for contacting her through a third party, because all of my restraining orders say I can’t contact them in any way.  This guy is one step away from digging a hole in the back room equipped with a bucket on a rope.  It shocks me that she needed to be drugged even more.  I would assume that she was on plenty enough drugs to begin with, and she isn’t exactly a shoe in to win the County Science Fair in the first place.  Lately she looks like he could have convinced her to do his bidding with ham sandwiches and whiskey.  Come to think of it, maybe he was.

Pimpin’ (your kids) ain’t easy

Ladies and Gentlemen, I proudly present to you Mother of the Year 2008. This summer the always classy Dina Lohan is debuting her reality show about breaking her 14 year old daughter Ali into the world of showbusiness. People Magazine says more:

Tentatively titled Living Lohan, E! (and) debuting this summer, the series will follow the Lohan matriarch as she juggles family life with business, attempting to launch 14-year-old daughter Ali’s entertainment career. Like her famous sister, Ali wants to sing and act – and plans to record songs at Las Vegas’ Palms Casino on the show.       

“The Lohans are one of the most intriguing families in the entertainment industry today,” Lisa Berger of E! said in a statement. “This is a family that knows how to roll with the punches and come out on top. Dina is an incredibly hard-working, passionate mom that I think our viewers will find both relatable and highly entertaining.”

I am sure most American moms can relate to Dina Lohan. At least the drunk abusive husband part. Entertaining? Not so much. I can only hope she wears a fuzzy hat and uses a cane at some point. I guess she isn’t doing well enough milking off of Lindsay so she has to turn the other kid out to bring Momma home some change. Those Botox treatments aren’t going to pay for themselves.