JERMAINE Dupri had a little too much of a good time celebrating his 36th birthday. The other night, Dupri and his squeeze, Janet Jackson, went to Tenjune, where, spies say, they shared bottles of Jay-Z's Ace of Spades Champagne and PatrÛn tequila with Ne-Yo, Busta Rhymes and Ice-T – until Dupri "vomited in Janet's lap. Ms. Jackson bolted out of the scene and sped off in her chauffeured Maybach."

Isn't that sweet. It seems like just yesterday Jermaine was getting apple-juice spittle all over Janet's burp rags, and now he's moved on to rapper-approved champagne. What a big boy he is, yeth he is!


Janet Jackson flashes her nude rackson at MrSkin.com.

See Janet’s football at the Superbowl! Remember that? It’s at MrSkin.com.

ï What's the first nude scene you ever seen? (Mr. Skin)

ï Ricky Martin becomes the father of twins without the pesky intervention of one of those yucky whaddayacallems. Vaginas. (Yeeeah!)

ï Courtenay Semel, ex of Lindsay Lohan and current poon pal of Tila Tequila, got arrested. But isn't it funny that a gay lady's last name is one letter away from "semen"? (The Blemish)

ï A loving, moving tribute to the French maid uniform. (Holy Taco)

ï Janet Jackson is designing a lingerie line. Each bra comes with a Justin Timberlake to facilitate breast release. (Derek Hail)

ï Paris Hilton brings her cha-cha cheese to England in hopes of finding a friend. (CelebWarship)

ï Jennifer Aniston is one step away from OK Cupid and J-Date. (IDLYITW)

ï Penis is kryptonite to Britney Spears's hotness. (Hollywire)

ï Kate Beckinsale does Anna Karina for Mean magazine. Eat your tits out, Lohan-as-Marilyn! (Popbytes)

ï Kate Moss models. She doesn't model clothes, though, since it seems she's not wearing any. (Egotastic!)

ï Mischa Barton's recent DUI charges haven't affected the buoyant spirits of her side boob much. (Taxi Driver)

ï Star Jones is set to divorce husband Al Reynolds, because she "felt Al had spent their marriage riding her success while she did all the heavy lifting". Either that, or Al spent their marriage riding hot, oiled-up dudes who look like they do a lot of heavy lifting. (I Don't Like You In That Way)

ï Some yahoo called 911 on Heather Locklear and told them she was going to kill herself. Denise Richards, you prankster. (CelebWarship)

ï Heath Ledger never updated his will to include Michelle Williams or baby Matilda. (Celebridiot)

ï Button, button, who's got the button? Patricia Heaton sure doesn't. WTF? (Drunken Stepfather)

ï Jenna Jameson dresses up as Bettie Page for PETA. "I'd rather get donkey-punched after ATM than wear fur!" makes for a pleasant catchphrase. (The Blemish)

ï Janet Jackson has been hospitalized with the flu. Much more plausible than "Exhaustion", to be sure. (I'm Not Obsessed)

ï Rebecca Romijn's lettuce heads. They're ripe, they're healthy, they're shilling for mall-slut store Bebe! (Popoholic)

ï No, my first name ain't baby. It's Janet. Miss Rackson if you're see-through. (Hollywood Tuna)

ï Lindsay Lohan goes back to red, lays off the burnt umber fake bake, approaches former Mean Girls-era loveliness. (Allie Is Wired)

ï Keanu Reeves and Parker Posey. Two great stoners that stone great together. (Lainey Gossip)

ï Perhaps they should head over to the radio station to tear into a box of Scooby Snacks with Ashlee Simpson. (Yeeeah!)

ï Mental wounds not healing. Life's a bitter shame. Julia Roberts is going off the rails on a crazy train.(Cityrag)

ï Hayden Panettiere's mom is "very proud" that her teenage daughter is moving in with 31-year-old Milo Ventimiglia. Awwww. (FemaleFirst)

ï Cruz Beckham, spawn of David and Posh Spice, is a SUPERSTAR. (Bitten and Bound)

ï Kevin Federline's gut threatens to Popozao out of his golf shirt. (Hollywood Backwash)

ï To Paris Hilton, "foreign-looking man with long gray beard" = the path to spiritual enlightenment. (Hollywood Grind)

ï Scratch your head in wonder as you ponder the bizarre flap of flesh that resides between Janet Jackson's ubiquitous implants.

ï Anna Nicole's former assistant, the beloved Kimmie, will be opening up tonight–for real this time–on The Insider. Pat O'Brien is gonna go fuckin' crazy with her.

ï Anna Nicole will be buried next her her son in the Bahamas, it's been decided. Finally.

ï Are Angelina and Brad presently purchasing the next member of their Benetton brood?

ï Harry Potter proudly waves his trouser wand; doesn't make foreskin disappear. Make your own hung/horse joke here. NSFW.

ï We had pretty much decided against posting any shots of the paparazzi bothering Britney Spears during her breakdown. But then we saw these shots/video of buzz-shorn B attacking a pap's SUV with an umbrella and had to share because 1. she looks, awesomely and deliciously, like her lesbian soccer team just lost a match and she felt compelled to deface her opponent's vehicle, and 2. we think she needs to call us immediately because we want to start an oi band with her.

Meanwhile, in an unrelated incident, Janet Jackson eschewed a bra, as is her wont, for V magazine. Although we are not opposed to the Human Bra Pose in theory, as a signature move it's become stale, much like the BeyoncÈ check-out-my-pits, the Lohan hand-on-neck and the Britney blararrrhhahaghhh-y'all-I-got-gum-in-my-mouth- and-my-shrug-has-baby-barf-on-it-hey-where's-my-Big-Gulp? Perhaps Janet can inject a little life into her posing, and combine the previous three into one glorious powermove.

There are plenty more Kelly bikini shots at Hollywood Tuna, as well as one more pic of Janet and her hand-bra (including a glimmer of nip!) at Egotastic!

See Kelly's naked jelly at MrSkin.com.

And revisit Janet's Superbowl superboob while you're there.

ï John Mayer and Jessica Simpson are together again, naturally. Even though they say they weren't together in the first place. But they are now. Probably. Eh.

ï Well, we had the dubious honor of viewing the Screech sex tape yesterday. What can we say about it? He refers to himself in the third person, as "the D Man", he is more interested in the various edibles the ladies have around their hotel room than their vaginas, and the first 15 minutes consist of Dustin and his lady in a bubble bath, discussing the finer points of 24. Fleshbot has their own review. And screencaps.

ï Agent Scully had a baby! And despite her insistence that the child was sired by boyfriend Clyde Klotz, her ex-husband Julian Ozanne is demanding a paternity test. So we can find out it's half-alien. And then Mulder will watch porn and there will be sexual tension, etc.

ï Australian Holly Valance's nipple boomerangs out of her swimsuit. Crikey!

ï Keira Knightley is engaged to her actor arm candy Rupert Friend. Can you imagine calling up your parents and saying, "Mom, Dad, I am going to be Mrs. Rupert Friend"? And then your parents would howl with laughter and say, "Sure, and I'm about to marry Nigel Sparkleshowers! Ahahahaha! His best man will be Cecil Rhys-Babybunnybottom! Hahahahaha!"

ï Penelope Cruz half naked for Pirelli. Why are you still reading this?

ï Janet Jackson has made whoopee on a plane. In her seat. Surrounded by passengers. And peanuts. And crying babies. And manhandled issues of Flight magazine. And the heady stench of impeding fiery death. Anyone else have a boner right now?

ï Will Smith says that he and Jada are homeschooling their children, because history and dates aren't important, and anything of consequence you need to know, like for example how to fly a space shuttle, can be found in books. So if you see a couple of confused children wandering around Hollywood, scratching their asses and crying because they don't know how to find bus fare or talk to non-Cruises, but do know how to commandeer a submarine, they would be the Smith progeny.

OK, it wasn't really a high-tech, state-of-the-art camera. More likely Pam wandered out of whatever hotel or restaurant or plastic surgeon's office she was visiting and saw a passerby with a $5 Mickey Mouse-branded disposable camera and shouted, "Yoohoo, tourist, over here! I'm famous! Take my picture!" Then she checked her garment to make sure that no more than two buttons were fastened and thrusted her boobs front and center. Apparently she forgot to readjust her silly-putty nipple before the flash went off though.
As for Janet, she's continuing to glut the market with partially naked pictures on the covers of magazines you've never heard of.

While we applaud Janet for not taking the "Who's hands are these hiding my naked breasts from public view" approach, we're just a little burnt out on the whole Janet Jackson's flat abs genre of magazine photography. We get it. The fat you burned off could be molded into a real-doll version of Jermaine Dupri (by the way, oh God, please don't) but, please, Janet, put it away. Or just go whole hog. If you decide that your knockers are just so freakin' fantastic that the world needs to see them, just pose for Playboy like your Michael-clone sister LaToya. Then you won't hear any complaining from us.

Pam is always naked at MrSkin.com.

And you can see the nipple that changed the face of broadcasting there too.