Ass-a-rific!

J.Lo's buttocks: Priceless! Meanwhile, Kylie's rear busts Justin's love meter; Sophie Dahl declares a fatwa against Salman Rushdie. Plus: Is Fred Durst that dumb? We're in agreeance!


Amy Reiter
February 26, 2003 2:00AM (UTC)

Jennifer Lopez would like the world to know once and for all: There's no price on her booty or her pins. OK?

"No, my legs are not insured," Lopez insisted on German TV this weekend.

And what of a rumored policy on her rump? "No."

No ifs, ands or ...

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Speaking of famous rears

"I didn't just touch it -- I copped a feel. On a scale of 1 to 10, it was like a 58."

-- Justin Timberlake on his close encounter with Kylie Minogue's (also uninsured?) butt at last week's Brit awards.

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Dahl dis

A new reason to feel sorry for Salman Rushdie: British model Sophie Dahl doesn't think he's cute enough to date. Not even remotely. Even though he recently called her the "perfect combination of beauty and brains."

"I'm so not going out with Salman Rushdie," Dahl, former dater of Mick Jagger and Griffin Dunne, told the London Mirror when asked about rumors that she and the controversial author were an item. "There is no romance going on between us. I have dated older men and I like Mr. Rushdie, but he's not someone I would go out with."

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Make that the perfect combination of beauty, brains and lack of interest.

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Or at least in agreement that "agreeance" is not a word

"I just really hope we are in agreeance that this war should go away as soon as possible."

-- Fred Durst of Limp Bizkit, on the pending U.S. war with Iraq, from the podium at the Grammy Awards.

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Juicy bits

Paul McCartney: whore with a heart of gold? The former Beatle sold himself to financier Ralph Whitworth for $1 million the other night, but he gave all the moola to charity. McCartney agreed to give a 90-minute private performance at the 50th-birthday party of Whitworth's wife, Wendy, the executive producer of "Larry King Live," for a cool mil, but he didn't hold on to the dough he got in exchange. Instead, he turned his entire fee over to the anti-land-mines charity Adopt-A-Minefield. In other words, the guests had a blast so those less fortunate wouldn't...

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Plastic surgery? Makeup? Voodoo? Angelina Jolie caught extra attention the other night in her slinky olive-green dress at the British Academy of Film and Television Arts awards -- for what wasn't visible: Billy Bob Thornton's name. The U.K. press was thrown into overdrive trying to explain the absence of her ex-husband's name she'd had tattooed on her left bicep when the curious couple's relationship was in full flame. Buh-bye, Billy Bob...

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Bucking for "father of the year"

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"I don't know if I still want to fight ... I like doing other things now. I like getting high. I like playing with my kids. I like drinking."

-- Mike Tyson, expressing his predilection for parenthood and various happy-making substances, in the New York Times.

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