As we mentioned before, Kate Hudson's marriage is not only over, she's reportedly saddled up, slipped her dainty feet into the well-worn stirrups, and trotted off on the sinewy back of The Butterscotch Stallion. But the impetus for doing so might not be a simple "irreconcilable differences"--Kate reportedly has grown weary of playing the part of the meat in a Chris Robinson-giggling groupie sandwich.  

Yesterday we were indescribably bored by the break-up of Kate Hudson and Chris Robinson because there were no details. Today we learn that Kate might be getting some sweet, sweet salad tossing from a Stallion of the Butterscotch variety. Way to go, Kate. You caught our interest with nary a slipped nip in sight.  

We warned you, Kate Hudson, but you just wouldn't listen. Let this be a lesson to future scissors-averse starlets: If you allow your son's hair to grow to Cornsilk Cabbage Patch Kid Becky LaRue lengths, you will end up in divorce court. It's simple cause and effect, people.