Fergie Ferg turned 33 yesterday. What? She is not aging well. If she isn't the poster child for why you shouldn't do drugs, I don't know who is. Well, besides Britney and Amy Winehouse. And Pete Doherty. And Whitney Houston. Kiss my ass and pass the crack pipe!
The queen of the Black Eyed Peas celebrated her birthday at the Mirage in Las Vegas last night with 150 of her close friends. Please. Who has that many friends? Am I really supposed to believe Diablo Cody is friends with Fergie? I don't.
Josh Duhamel was there, of course. Oh, Josh. Why are you with Fergs? Sympathy for a former meth head? You are too good for that tranny mess.
Quentin Tarantino was also there, as they celebrate the same birthday. Random! Quentin is weird. I liked Pulp Fiction as much as the next person, but my goodness, is he annoying. He never shuts up! Blah, blah, blah, yadda, yadda, yadda. Shut it, already. Wonder if he's over his obsession with Uma Thurman. Run, Uma, run!
Oh, and supposedly, Fergs didn't let a drop of alcohol pass her lips all night. Let's add some gasoline to those pregnancy rumors. And let us all hope the baby looks like Josh.
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