Even though her jugs are loaded with silicon and whatever else they put in massive implants these days, Heidi wanted to make it clear that she does in fact support breast cancer. We know, her manufactured boobies will never get it but at least she takes an interest in helping others.

Highly ironic, yes, but Heidi’s recent stroll at the Avon Walk for Breast Cancer reminded us of why we love big, bouncy and plastic-y boobs in the first place.

They’re awesome.

In other news, Heidi’s ex-husband husband was busted in Costa Rica for allegedly transporting illegal, or as he calls it “hunting” weapons across international borders.

We’re trying to focus on the positives here…

Ronson’s bulldog, Cadillac, is going to be “away” for awhile as the dog is due to do some serious time.

Sam sent the beloved bulldog packing to the East Coast to live with family after the dog killed a 3-pound Maltese that was roaming the hallway without a leash Monday in Samantha’s West Hollywood apartment building.

Sam – who had worked the night before – was at home sleeping when the attack occurred. It is reported that the dog had a history of bitting and had already been sent to a three week “doggie boot camp” (seriously, such a thing actually exists) for socialization. 

The situation is especially tragic for “Tiger,” the 14-year old in dog years who had hit the runway for the “Pattern for Paws” charity dog fashion show just a short few months ago. A rising star according to People and The Sun, Tiger left us all too soon.

Thankfully, it’s Friday and we have ten photos of Carmen Electra to help celebrate that fact.

Your welcome.

McCourt’s Slinging Mud:

The off the field issues began on the eve of Game 1 (and the whole day leading up to it) when Dodger owner Frank McCourt and his bitch man-eating wife filed for divorce.  I mean, for two individuals who say they love and want control of the team, its hard to see anything but evil motive from someone who is filing for divorce on the eve of a hugely important game, and then slinging mud through the media all day leading up to it.  Poor Joe Torre must have contemplated retirement every 15 minutes as he sat through media sessions answering questions about how the divorce of two meaningless A-holes was going to affect his team and his psyche.  Lunacy.

Manny Hits the Showers:

After a gut wrenching 5-4 loss at the hands of Jimmy Rollins and his 2 RBI double off of Dodger closer Jonathan Broxton to give the Phillies a one run, walk off, come-from-behind win.  Rather than sulking about what just happened, Dodger fans immediately had to deal with the emotion of how it made them feel that their 20+ million dollar mega star (who is not going to opt out by the way) wasn’t even in the dugout watching the disaster.  Where was Manny with his team up by one run in the bottom of the ninth of a pivotal game 4?  Taking a warm shower.  Need I go any further to describe how asinine of a concept this is?  “Manny being Manny?”  What the hell does that even mean?  I call it “A-hole anti-team-chemistry guy” being an “A-hole anti-team chemistry guy.”  Retire already Manny.

Conclusion

Am I just sour and ranting about how I hate the fact that my team is home for the season?  Probably.  Regardless of the emotion though, the fact that the McCourt divorce and the Manny shower were part of my 2009 NLCS experience is not something I am going to forgive or forget about any time soon.  McCourts and Manny get an F- from this Dodger fan.  Oh well, till next year I guess.

Al Rocker will Straight Drop You, Son!

What’s the only thing keeping Al Roker still alive?

“That Katrina II has yet to arrive?”

No silly, Spencer Pratt.

Pratt and girl toy Heidi were apparently really upset over the “distasteful” questions Roker asked the couple on “The Today Show” this week. So upset in fact that the only reason Spencer claims Roker is still breathing is for the fact that he “got saved” a couple of weeks ago.

Oh don’t go there.

Spencer Pratt is Christian now? What lie will he tell next? I guess he turned religious after that whole torture experience with NBC. Or maybe he thinks God will actually make him become famous?

Jesus saves but he doesn’t save a**holes from attacking black dudes.

And the clock ticks twelve on the final fifteen minutes of this couple’s so called “fame.”

Roker responded with the greatest one liner a black weatherman could ever drop…

“I would have dumped him like a bag of dirt.”

She can pretend like she doesn’t know what we’re talking about all she wants. She can even refuse to take our phone calls and get restraining orders when we show up on the set of her new movie dressed like a gorilla with flowers and a love note. That’s fine, but we have all the proof we need. I am, of course, talking about a little movie called “White Men Can’t Jump.” In this landmark 1992 film, Rosie (sweet Puerto Rican rose) is Woody Harrelson’s (hehe…woody) girlfriend despite the fact that he can’t slam dunk a basketball. This is every white guys secret dream and she made it come true. Not to mention the fact that she full on showed us side boob – I mean, it’s clear as day people! For nearly two glorious hours, white people were distracted from the fact that, had it been a documentary, Rosie would have come up from Wesley Snipe’s lap just long enough to tell Woody Harrelson to fetch Wesley another beer and “hold the pinche camera straight, Muffin Head!” But white people can’t stop thinking about her. On the train. At my nephew’s Bat Mitzvah. White people need to know if she feels the same. Because white people can jump, Rosie, you whore! They can jump to conclusions… and those conclusions can be very painful…. Please, just call white people…. I promise white people can make this right if you just gave us a chance….

Some more “shoulda been topless” pictures of Kirsten are available for your pleasure after the jump.