Britney Spears is out of rehab and back on the streets. The trying for sober pop tart has been making surprise visits all around Hollywood. Brit showed up at a hair salon, but had to leave after less than an hour when she was suddenly mobbed by paparazzi and tourists. But seriously, the girl is bald, how much time does she need in a hair salon?

Brit also stunned dancers in a hip-hop class when she popped into the Millennium Dance Complex in North Hollywood for a refresher course in booty popping.

From People:

Wearing nude fishnet stockings with dance boots, black hot pants, a black long-sleeved shirt and baseball cap over her dark brown wig, Spears arrived with her assistant as well as two bodyguards to take a 7 p.m. advanced-level hip-hop class with instructor Darrien Henning.

“The minute she walked in, she basically lit up the room,” Henning told PEOPLE. “I had no idea she was coming, so I was shocked.”

I don’t have the scoop on her shower schedule or what she watches on tv when she munches on her Captain Crunch in the morning, but I’m working on it. I’m trying to get little Sean Preston on the payroll, but the kid drives a hard bargain…and frankly his pictures are a little fuzzy.

It’s official…Anna Nicole Smith died from an accidental drug overdose. And it looks like it really was just a tragic accident. How anti-climactic.

From TMZ:

After performing an autopsy, it became clear, Anna Nicole Smith died of an accidental overdose of medication.

Charlie Tiger, Chief of the Seminole Police Department, just announced there was no evidence of illegal drugs on the day Anna Nicole died and there was no evidence of foul play.

So Howard didn’t do it. Now what’s the mooch going to do? The only thing that made him interesting to watch was the possibility that he actually killed Anna. Now when they prove that he isn’t the baby daddy and he loses his second meal ticket, the guy is going to end up standing on a street coner somewhere with a sign that says “yes man for sale…will flatter for Gucci and a house in the Bahamas.”

Denise Richards and Pamela Anderson have more in common than just very public divorce disasters. The two actresses, and my apologies to Helen Mirren and Jodi Foster for lumping Pam and Denise in the same cateogry as you, are being sued by two bitter photographers over a spat in Vancouver when the cleavage twins were filming Blonde and Blonder.

From US Weekly:

According to court papers filed Friday March 23 in Los Angeles Superior Court, the photographers, Rik Fedyck and Scott Cosman, say that while they were paid guests at a Vancouver hotel in November 2006, Richards “became enraged” and “stormed up” to them calling them filthy names and “scumbags.” Richards then hit both photographers, grabbed their laptops and threw the computers off a balcony into the hotel lobby, destroying them.

Let’s not over-react to the whole laptop tossing thing. Denise was probably borrowing their computers to download her horoscope or buy a copy of “Why You Shouldn’t Have Married Him” from amazon and when the stupid computers froze Denise just did what we have all seriously considered doing…she chucked the evil things off a balcony. I’ll bet that was a satisfying thump.

Prince Harry, the royal sibling who doesn’t have the pressure of being the future kind of England, was caught on film taking a tumble on the mean streets of London. One story says that Harry was hammered when he spotted a photog snapping away. When the royal redhead tried to give the guy a smackdown, Harry ended up on his ass. But reps for Harry’s dad Prince Charles are quick to offer up their own version of events.

From TMZ:

His father’s reps tell a different story, saying that, “as he left the nightclub he started joking around with one of the photographers but unfortunately lost his footing and stumbled.”

I’m not sure the photographer would call being chased by a drunk prince with combat training joking around, but maybe they do things differently in England. Like the way they call an elevator a lift. So maybe in Brit speak “come here you bloody prick so I can bash your skull in” translates to “hey, let’s wrestle in a completely non-homoerotic way.”

As if we needed further proof that Scarlett Johansson’s breasts are the two most popular people in Hollywood. Here’s Scarjo all dressed up and her boobs are trying to steal the spotlight…and succeeding. Scarlett is lucky she didn’t get sued for causing whiplash as she walked around flashing her best side boob.

Supermodel and super cell phone tosser, Naomi Campbell has served her time. The tempermental catwalk-er was sentenced to five days of community service at the New York Sanitation Department for hitting her maid in the head with a phone.

Naomi was rocking the designer duds while she swept the floor…and maybe for good reason. Rumor has it that the bad girl of stilettos and pouts was passing the time by flirting with another court ordered mop jockey. Naomi even reportedly gave the unidentified gent a ride home in her Escalade.

Now there’s romance. Eyes meet over a bucket of dirty water, a stolen kiss behind the dumpster, a quickie on the loading dock. A broomstick to the face if the guy falls asleep. Hey it is Naomi, that girl aims for the head.

Kate Winslet has had enough of those tacky British tabloids. She packing up her hubby and the kids and moving across the pond. The Titanic star says she plans to settle in New York…where people are more polite. Yep, polite.

From Starpulse:

Winslet explains, “You’d see them (photographers) hiding in the trees and try desperately to ignore them because you don’t want your child affected by it.

“It’s better in New York. New Yorkers are much more respectful, not just the press but the people.”

Yeah, I give Kate one rush hour ride on the subway. Let’s see how she does after spending half an hour gripping a germ coated pole while standing between a sweaty construction worker and investment banker wearing too much Drakkar Noir. I’ll bet those tree swinging paparazzi might not seem so pesky after all.

Pete Dohety is best known for being the stoned guy Kate Moss totes around with her. Sure he’s also in the band Babyshambles but I think that’s really more of a hobby. Anyway, the raging crackhead didn’t do much to change his tattered public image in a recent inteview.

From PR Inside:

Pete Doherty has admitted he still smokes crack every day. Despite vowing to kick his cocaine habit for supermodel girlfriend Kate Moss, the Babyshambles rocker has blatantly flaunted his substance abuse. In an interview with the New York Daily News newspaper, Pete said: “I always stumble back on it sooner or later, even if it’s for half an hour a day.” The wild rocker even reportedly pulled out a crack pipe and lit up during the interview.

Because nothing breaks the ice in an interview quicker than “hey dude, want a hit?”

Victoria Beckham is expanding her mind. And when she found out they don’t have an implant for that, she decided to do it the old fashioned way. Posh Spice is starting a book club and she’s invited BFF’s Katie Holmes and Jennifer Lopez to join.

From The Daily Star:

“When Victoria told Katie about a book club, Katie thought it was a great idea, especially as she would love to learn more about British classics. Victoria has asked five of her friends, including Jennifer Lopez and Katie, to become members.”

So does Smarty Spice know that British Vogue doesn’t count as a classic book?

Knock, knock.

Who’s there?

Orange.

Orange, who?

Orange you glad you don’t use as much spray on tan as Christina Aguilera?

Someone tell Xtina that she isn’t supposed to use the entire can of fake and bake in one sitting. Looking at her neon glow I would rather risk the UV rays, skin cancer and being seen in my bikini than use her sunless tanning spray.

Mel Gibson apparently hasn’t graduated from anger management classes yet. The tempermental director lost his cool when a professor challenged him on the depiction of Mayans in his epic film Apocalypto. The always eloquent Mel resorted to less than scholarly language to end the debate.

From TMZ:

After Gibson’s presentation, the crowd was allowed to ask questions. Alicia Estrada, an Assistant Professor of Central American Studies at CSUN, challenged Gibson, asking him if he had read about the Mayan culture before shooting the controversial film. Gibson said he had.

We’re told Gibson also became extremely angry when members of the Mayan community protested on how they were portrayed in the film. The emotional Mayan members were escorted out of the room, and we’re told Gibson screamed a parting shot — “Make your own movie!”

What no sugar-tits? No attempt to blame the Mayans for all of the wars in the world? Mel must have been sober if all he could come up with was the f-bomb and a playground taunt. Someone give him a bottle of Cuervo before his next school lecture.

The mystery of Anna Nicole Smith’s death is ready to be solved. The official cause of death is reportedly going to be revealed on Monday, but the sleuths at The National Enquirer and Star have broken the story early. The verdict (according the the tabs) drug overdose…duh.

Here’s the scoop:

Sometime overnight on February 7, Anna ingested the sleeping medication chloral hydrate. The drug is extremely potent. The dose was too much” and in fact it was a toxic level, the ENQUIRER and Star have learned exclusively. On Thursday, February 8, Anna never woke up…Anna Nicole also had scarring from numerous injections she got in the buttocks.”

Apparently, Anna also had a massive blood infection that would have done her in even if she hadn’t overdosed on sleeping meds. But don’t kid yourself thinking that this closes the case. The next questions will be who pumped her full of the meds and what did she get the infection from in the first place? And you can expect all fingers to be pointing straight at Howie, even if the only thing he’s really guilty of is being a creepy mooch.

Porn superstar Jenna Jameson is in the midst of a nasty divorce from hubby Jay Grdina (known in sex flick fan circles as Justin Sterling). And in true celebrity style, they are taking their fight to the people…in a myspace rant-fest.

Here’s an excerpt from their war of misspelled words:

Sterling: BITTER…TABLE FOR ONE! HAVE A SEAT MISS JAMESON!

Jenna: why don’t you go rape another girl…and try to pass it off like nothing happened? why don’t you give me my things back jay? because your a goldigger and a glorified pimp…

Divorce can be hard on a reformed porn star. Good for Jenna for not taking Sterling’s prodding lying down. She really needs to take charge and show that prick who’s on top. If she doesn’t stand up for herself now, he’ll ride her ass all day long…and that can’t be comfortable.

Lindsay Lohan’s mom/manager/spotlight craving clinger, Dina, is being featured in a Harper’s Bazaar interview. And while she tries to convince the rest of the world that the Lohan clan isn’t a twisted and dysfunctional mess, she fails…miserably.

In the interview she manages to compliment Paris Hilton’s intelligence, claim that she is living the American dream and say that you can’t blame parents for the way their kids act. How convenient is that little bit of parenting wisdom?

Is this chick for real? Her daughter is a walking punchline in Hollywood and Dina is too busy trying to wiggle into Lindsay’s celebrity status to care. Lady, get a life, get a parenting book and get over yourself.

Pics of Dina’s meal ticket leaving the Ivy.

Britney Spears may have been released from rehab, but that doesn’t mean everything is okey-dokey yet. Brit’s suddenly mature ex-mooch Kevin Federline isn’t quite ready to give the kidlets back to their mama just yet.

From USmagazine.com:

At the moment, Britney has custodial visitation for both young boys, but the possibility of her gaining more custody rights is contingent upon her behavior, post-rehab.

“They are not going to return custody to Britney as a reward for doing her stint in rehab. Kevin’s had the children for six weeks and he will continue to have full custody.”

What’s better than a carrot on a stick? Dangling someone’s kids in front of them to ensure good behavior. Maybe someone should add Britney’s recording contract to the mix…and a bag of Cheetos…and a Red Bull…just to make sure they’ve covered everything that’s really important to her.

Does Carmen Electra like the ladies? Rumors are swirling that the former Baywatch babe may be looking for love in a lesbian way with rocker Joan Jett. The two have been reportedly struck up a friendship that bloggers and gossip whores are quick to call a “friendship.” (wink, wink)

From Hollywood.com

Carmen Electra has got America’s lesbians all fired up after telling friends she’s planning to drop a bombshell at one of the year’s most anticipated gay gatherings. The sexy single, who split from husband Dave Navarro last year, is set to perform with her burlesque troupe The Bombshell Babes at the Dinah Shore Weekend in Palm Springs, California, at the end of the month–and rumors persist she’ll use the four-day lesbian festival to announce her romance with rocker Joan Jett.

Carmen’s reps have denied the rumored girl on girl action, but I wouldn’t be surprised to learn that Carmen’s come hither looks brought a few ladies hither…or thither…whatever.

When Lindsay Lohan’s done with a man, she’s done. Rolls over, kicks him out of bed and shows him the door. No cuddling, no breakfast and no take backs. Lindsay’s ex Wilmer Valderamma got a public schooling in the wam, bam, thank you man philosophy when he showed up at Unik’s karaoke party where Lindsay was singing and tried to win her back.

From The New York Daily News:

He tried to talk to her, but she didn’t have much time for him,” noted our spywitness. “Then he grabbed a microphone and said, ‘Lindsay, this is for you.’ ” In front of the packed house, Valderrama sang these lyrics from Matchbox 20’s “Back 2 Good…” After the guy sang his heart out, Lohan, now sitting at a table with five pals, including Samantha Ronson, yelled out for all to hear: “It’s too late!” Oh. No. You. Dih-int. “Wilmer tried to take it like a man,” says our clubgoer. “But he left a few minutes later. He headed up to PM.”

Dude, that’s so Fez it’s just sad. Not only did you get dissed by a chick who would ride the Eiffel Tower if she was drunk enough, but you admitted that you listen to Matchbox 20. I think Lindsay made the right call on this one.

Nicole Richie is blaming her recent fainting spells on low blood sugar. The ridiculously thin starlet has apparently been found little things like walking and talking too demanding and she tends to topple over.

From The New York Daily News:

“She was taken to her trailer immediately,” according to the insider. “But she came around, so the crew didn’t call an ambulance. She spent the rest of the day in her trailer and left Paris to complete the day’s filming.”

If The Simple Life is a reality show, why does Nicole have a trailer? Isn’t she supposed to be roughing it in some summer camp? Can we now officially label this “reality” show as a big, anorexic fake?

Jesse Metcalfe, otherwise known as Eva Longoria’s hot lawn guy on Desperate Housewives, has checked into rehab. Apparently he’s a nasty drunk. Of course he’s unemployed and really only known for prancing around half naked so can you blame the guy?

From The New York Post:

On the heels of Britney Spears’ release from the Promises clinic, Hollywood hunk Jesse Metcalfe checked himself in to an undisclosed rehab center for alcohol abuse this week, a rep for the star confirmed. This decision was made Monday, the day before Page Six broke the story of Metcalfe’s weekend-long binge at the Mondrian hotel in L.A., where sources reported he looked like he hadn’t slept in days and was acting “very angry” and “out of control.”

Seriously, are there free swag bags in rehab now? Because you usually don’t see celebrities migrating together unless there’s free stuff involved.

The self-proclaimed first supermodeland oh-so humble Janice Dickinson was apparently going through attention withdrawals at the Christian Audigier Fashion Show. The aging empress of insanity reportedly refused to sit in her assigned seat because she wasn’t close enough to the media. And when she finally did sit her plastic self down, she had to flash the gaping blackhole that is her crotch to the no doubt nauseous photographers. Janice has since been banned from future shows.

Has anyone checked to see if JD’s plastic surgeon slipped on the ass fat he was going to squirt into her cheeks and accidentally gave her a labotomy with the Botox needle?