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Another celebrity paid a guy in a lab coat to create zygotes in a petri dish and then cram then up her muff! Awww, who said romance was dead? Smoking hot fox Rebecca Romijn-Stamos and That Fat Kid from Stand By Me are expecting twin girls. Take it away, People:

Rebecca Romijn and her husband, Jerry O'Connell, are expecting twins, their rep confirms to PEOPLE.

The babies are due this winter. A source tells PEOPLE that both babies will be girls. The twins were conceived without the help of in vitro fertilization or the fertility drug Clomid, a source close to the couple also says.

Oh, come on. Like we're supposed to believe that a couple in their mid 30s who have been trying to conceive for years just happened to defy the odds and get pregnant with twins despite the 1% chance of doing so, amid a passel of other Hollywood couples such as Brangelina and Lopezthony and Nancy Grace and whoever the dude is who married Nancy Grace magically getting knocked up with miracle babies. Like it's not enough that these people are wealthy beyond anyone's wildest dreams and physically perfect, we're supposed to believe they can whip up identical cherubs from heaven in the wink of an eye. Please leave the effortless baby conception to us ugly trashy people. We're good at it. It's the only thing we got, man. more »

• Ashley Olsen thinks paparazzi are "weird and scary". Also, paparazzi thinks Ashley Olsen is "weird and scary". (Female First)

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

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

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

• 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)

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

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

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

• 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)

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

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

• Is our sweet angel Mandy Moore getting Binged? Oh Christ, NO! (Yeeeah!)

• Our favorite opiate connoisseur, Porky Petey Dough-erty, has returned to form. Now with video! (Drunken Stepfather)

• And Pete's ex, Kate Moss, sports some really sharp needles of her own. (Taxi Driver)

• Jerry O'Connell has hot wife; poor self-esteem. (The Blemish)

• Famous nipples met flash, and a beautiful friendship was borned unto us. (Cityrag)

• Leelee Sobieski is packin' mad mammage. (Daily Stab)

• Jessica Simpson navigates metal grate in stilettos. Hilarity ensues. (Egotastic!)

• Eva Mendes shills for Campari. Up next, CelebNewsWire promotes Alize and Blue Nun! (Derek Hail)

• Rihanna and Josh Hartnett are doin' it: their babies will be large of forehead and beady of eye. (I Don't Like You In That Way)

• Which is causing poor Shia the Beef to marinate himself in a nice vodka rub. (PopCrunch)

• Rebecca De Mornay? No, Rebecca Dui Mornay. (TMZ)

Rebecca Romijn recently appeared on Late Night with Conan O'Brien to promote Ugly Betty. But what she was really promoting, we think, was masturbation. Conan asked about fan letters, and she cheerfully replied:

"I got a series of letters from a guy who would go on and on, in very strange bubbly, cursive handwriting, about my 'luscious melons'. ''Dear Rebecca, I love to look at pictures of you and your luscious melons. I would like to see a picture of your luscious melons in a pink bikini or maybe your luscious melons in a black bikini. When's your birthday? Mine's February 2nd. What's your favourite food? Back to your luscious melons... luscious melons... luscious melons...luscious melons.' It went on and on."

In a related story, a purple glitter pen and reams of paper with "Mr. Rebecca Romijn. Mr. and Mrs. Rebecca Romijn. Rebecca Romijn-Tucci" were found in the home of Stanley Tucci. more »

So what were the serious journalists over at In Touch doing while People was negotiating their $4.1 million buy of the Brangelina family fun pics? They were rating celebrity racks. Because who cares about Piloh Shitt when there are boobs to ogle? more »

One of the first things we read this morning was a headline that stated "Rebecca Romijn loves X-rated sex." Just contemplate that for a moment. Roll it around in your mind as if you were swirling a fine glass of scotch. Now think of the fact that all that X-rated sex is being wasted on the fat kid from Stand by Me. Kind of ruins the effect, doesn't it? more »

When Wilmer Valderrama went on Howard Stern and rated all the famous trim he'd had the pleasure of Fezzing over the years, everybody rolled their eyes. Just another sad little tiny-crotched rooster fluffing up his feathers and waggling his sad little comb. After all, playing a lisping foreign dude on a dead-horse FOX show, doing a guest spot on Grounded for Life, and providing voice talent for Clifford's Really Big Movie is hardly the stuff of legend. But when that handsome John Stamos followed suit, we had to give the ol' thumbs up and appreciate the new trend of celebrity boff bragging for what it is: the closest any of us will ever come to sleeping with the likes of Rebecca Romijn. more »

The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue. Merely uttering those five tiny words causes uncontrollable priapism in roughly 82.647% of the population (we counted). Each year, bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked innocents across this great nation race to the mailbox or to their local Waldenbooks, nether regions all atingle, gasping, "Who made the cover? Who made the cover? Who made the cover?" As it turns out, this year, everyone made the cover.


No, really. We're not being cute. Everybody's on the cover. more »