Comedian Ron White — one of Las Vegas’ most popular headliners — says weed has become so normalized, politicians smoke with him in public.
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Holly Madison is full of surprises. We were talking about how she will host Saturday’s Great Santa Run for Opportunity Village, when she told me about her memoirs and plans to expand her family.
So here’s the weirdest thing today. “Queen of Metal” Lita Ford has been shredding loud guitar for four decades, but she still has good hearing, because she has unusually shaped ear holes.
“I know what I’m about to say may be a little rough, but most of your top female comics have either already had their kids or they’re lesbians.”
Celebrity agent Mike Esterman looks like a celebrity agent. He has a shaved head and Ethan Hawke’s goatee. He calls his industry “the shark tank of showbiz,” and he swims in it gleefully.
The last famous person who phoned me after showering was Bill Cosby, a few years ago. This time, it’s Iliza Shlesinger, but she’s not trying to be sexy with me. She’s having hair issues and needs to multitask.
Whoopi Goldberg never wants to get married again, after three divorces and other breakups; and now she’s writing a book to advocate a realistic view of romance.
Weed ganjapreneurs will pitch ideas to judges in hopes of winning seed funds to grow business ideas.
Planet Hollywood Resort is running high-profile Britney Spears promotions while RadarOnline reports that ticket sales aren’t amazing for her shows.
No matter how you vote today, Roseanne has a message for you: If you don’t like the political system, run for office and make it better.
Jeff Bridges says hey, man, filming sequels is fun.
Andy Bell, singer of Erasure, told me he and his husband came to Las Vegas to see Britney Spears on New Year’s Eve, so I grilled him, obviously. Was Britney OK?
Wendy Williams didn’t go to the prom. That one fact explains why Williams will tell you the truth to your face even if it hurts your feelings.
He could have ended up with a Vegas face-lift and “Arabian horses on a thousand acres,” but he just couldn’t do it.
Eric Trump. Thirty. Blond. Suit. Tie. Breitling wristwatch. Strong handshake. Unapologetic smile. Eye contact. Deep voice.
Many celebrities are scared to publicly say they party in Vegas. Not Heather McDonald. The “Chelsea Lately” star performs Saturday at the Venetian, and she’s “bringing a bunch of girls.”
“I told them it was going to be my last time to perform for a while, and they said they’d all join me, in one fell swoop.”
“Many, many times, I definitely have said ‘no’ to a lot of things people were wanting me to do.”
“That’s why my hair’s purple,” he said in a buoyant mood. “I’m gonna rock purple for a minute. I’m gonna rock purple for at least two years.”
I often think of celebrities as America’s version of royals, and I imagine they employ a phalanx of guards to carry out their duties, like buying toilet paper and flossing their teeth.
“If John McCain was president right now, we’d be at war with about nine different countries, and the EPA building would be a laser tag place, and the National Zoo would be the Dick Cheney Center for Urban Hunting.”
I met Olivia Newton-John at a garden party a few months ago, and I could see in her eyes she recognized a fawning fanatic when she saw one.
The app-game “Clash of Clans” makes $35 million a month. Which casinos are interested in tapping into that cash flow?
Imagine how cool it might be if you could watch a favorite star live on stage somewhere, and then ask them a question, whenever you felt like tuning in to their tours.
“I just watched it unfold. The helplessness you have,” Jonathan Cole says of his mother’s cancer and trails off. He choreographed a three-ladder routine for six aerialists, which debuts Sunday at “Circus Couture.”