Michael Bolton was seen frolicking around on the beach with fiancee Nicolette Sheridan. Although I’m not sure if you can actually classify this as frolicking. It’s more like soft core porn. The thing that makes me giggle the most about this picture is that Ashley Judd used to date him. Which means that Dario gets MICHAEL BOLTON’S sloppy seconds. Nice work, Dario!
Shown below is Dario coming to the realization that he got Michael Bolton’s sloppy seconds. And Ashley being horrified that someone has told him.
Due to her “film schedule conflict”, Ashley Judd was unable to be on hand to announce the Golden Globe nominees. I’m guessing it’s really because a) she felt Hayden Panatierre was an unacceptable and unworthy co-announcer or b) she herself was not nominated for anything or c) she decided that for her 6th anniversary to Dario she would take him to some third world country to pick out a kid to adopt.
God speed, Dario.
Ashley Judd, seen above obviously freezing and being utterly annoyed at someone as usual, was recently quoted in a Redbook interview saying this, when asked about her marriage:
“Dario is my….well, we don’t talk about our marriage at all. I think for me to give my view of his view in the press is usurping his intellectual property.”
Again with the two-ton words when a 1/2 pound would do. She couldn’t just say, “Well, we’re pretty private. I wouldn’t want to speak for him, ” and leave it at that?
Wait. No, she couldn’t do that, because she’s NOT private. This is coming from the same woman who announced on The View that Dario found her g-spot.
Hate.
Sometimes makeup can be too much of a good thing. Like when your stylist forgets that your shoulders are supposed to be roughly the same color as your chest. She must have run out of bronzer after clearly using an entire BOTTLE on Ashley Judd’s face, throat and chestular area. But sometimes…..
…you shouldn’t allow your stylist out of your sight.
So, Ashley likes to attend her husband Dario’s races. And ostensibly this is to support him, let him have his day in the sun, give him his chance to shine, be in the limelight, etc. But let me ask you this. If you were a celebrity who was trying to AVOID the attention of photographers and journalists, and if your true goal was to stay on the sidelines and avoid stealing the thunder of your husband, what might you wear to sort of “blend in” at the race track? Jeans and a t-shirt, you say?
Well, not if you’re Ashley. If you’re Ashley, you wear a dress and high heels. And you put on the most noticeable hats you can possibly find. Hats that scream, “LOOK everyone! I’m incognito here! Look at me being virtually undetectable! Watch how utterly inconspicuous I am with this dress and this hat! With which I am almost totally camouflaged!!”
HATE.
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