Double Gasp MondayTwo stories that cannot pass without mention here on Double Gasp Monday.
No. 1 -- Matt Steals from Kathy?!?
Say it ain't so ... Kathy Griffin is apparently
spilling the beans on her ex-husband, Matt Moline: (The link is from gay.com, so if you're at work, maybe you want to wait until you get home to read the full story.)
E Online reports that in an upcoming taped episode of "Larry King Live," Griffin goes on record citing the reason for the divorce -- Her husband, she says, was stealing from her."My ex-husband, without my knowledge, was sneaking into my wallet when I was asleep in the mornings and taking my ATM cards from my private accounts and withdrawing money ... that money totaled $72,000," she reportedly tells King.Griffin reportedly goes on to explain that even though Moline admitted and apologized for the theft, Griffin chose to finalize the divorce this past May because of lack of trust. "Recently, our divorce became final because we couldn't get through the trust issue," she tells King.If the story is true, then we know what her Main Gays told her: "Girl, dump that zero and
get with a hero."
No. 2: Jacko Says No to Gay Porn
From the "Clearly Ironic Department" comes
this gem from the Michael Jackson civil trial over a royalty dispute:
Michael Jackson had no idea in November 2001 that the man he had hired to produce a recording to benefit victims of the Sept. 11 attacks had produced gay pornographic movies, the singer's former lawyer testified Monday.Zia Modabber said he told Jackson about F. Marc Schaffel's background and met with the pop star to show him a video of Schaffel directing a gay porn scene."Can you describe Mr. Jackson's reaction?" asked Thomas Mundell, who is defending Jackson against Schaffel's claims that the pop star still owes him $1.6 million in unpaid loans, royalties and other debts."I think he didn't want to believe it was real or true," Modabber said in Superior Court. "He appeared angry, upset."Um, yeah.
Jesus Juice and straight porn is fine when you're alone with 12-year-old boys. But just say no to two consenting adults. Insert (cough, cough) your own
Michael Jackson joke here.