Buddy Lembeck is broke
Things have gone from bad to worse for “Teen Hunk” Willie Aames — also known as Buddy Lembeck from his stint on “Charles in Charge” back in the 80s — who was recently filmed selling what is left of his soul at a local garage sale in Kansas City. Mo., for the world to witness.
Associated Press has the latest chapter in his depressing life story:
” … Willie Aames is selling off his belongings in suburban Kansas City. Dozens showed up Thursday at a garage sale at his Olathe home, where Aames made deals with bargain-hunters and signed autographs. A production crew filmed the sale for a TV show. Aames has fallen upon hard times. He filed for bankruptcy last year and his home is in foreclosure. Items on sale included antiques, artwork, a piano, deer head mounts and TV and movie memorabilia.”
Aames was also reportedly interested in hocking whatever dignity he had left; however, it seems as if that was bartered to score a fix on VH1’s “Celebrity Fit Club 2.” He actually won an individual prize on the show for shedding 26 pounds, which he later ate for supper and washed down with Diet Coke. No ice.
Michael Jackson will kill you …
… if you mess with his “priceless and irreplaceable” items from “Neverland’s trove of memorabilia” that he doesn’t want to auction off, according to Yahoo.com.
Seriously, folks, you can’t make this kinda stuff up:
Darren Julien, said in a sworn statement filed with a Los Angeles court that the singer’s representatives even tried to intimidate him into postponing the sale.During a Feb. 9 meeting at a fast-food restaurant in Los Angeles, he said, one of Jackson’s employees warned that the auctioneers would be in danger “from Farrakhan and the Nation of Islam,” if they didn’t call it off.
“He told us that Dr. Tohme and Michael Jackson wanted to give the message to us ‘that our lives are at stake and there will be bloodshed,'” Julien said, referring to Jackson business manager, Tohme Tohme.
I totally want the chalis that held all of “Jacko’s” Jesus Juice if this auction eventually goes down. That way I can have conversations like this:
“Here Gav, why don’t you try some of my Jesus Juice — it’ll take you to happy places”
“No thanks Mike, last time I did that, my ass felt totally ripped the next morning…”
Or something like that.
Madonna house in Wellington FL
So “Madge” is taking time away from her recent gig as homewrecker, setting her sights on way more important things like becoming a world-class jockey.
True story. And Page2Live.com has it:
” … the singer is expected to continue her horseback riding training, including jumping and polo. Madonna first spent two weeks in Wellington in January with her personal trainer. She left for New York City but returned a week later to hammer out the lease details and hang out with polo superstar and Ralph Lauren model Nacho Figueras.”
Oh and what a great deal they struck with a $50,000 per month rental on a five-bedroom, seven-bathroom fixer upper that expires on March 31.
Guess no one informed the 50-something freak starlet that Florida real estate values are pure crap right now. Maybe it is the same genius who still dresses her up in all those crazy costumes that reveal her gross old ladiness.
Yeah, that must be it.
To check out a slideshow and video of Madonna’s new digs at 2698 Sheltingham in Wellington, Fla., click here.
Bob Dylan’s home in Malibu smells like crap
That’s what his neighbors are telling the Los Angeles Times, anyway:
” … neighbors are claiming in an increasingly onerous dispute over a porta-potty at his sprawling ocean-view estate on Point Dume. Residents contend that the nighttime sea breeze sends a noxious odor from a portable toilet on Dylan’s property wafting into their homes. The stench has made members of one family physically ill and forced them to abandon their bedrooms on warm nights, they claim. For more than six months, Dylan has ignored their complaints and their pleas to remove the outhouse, the downwind neighbors say.”
Perhaps just like Reuben Carter — number one contender for the middleweight crown — Dylan had no idea what kinda shit was about to go down.
Welcome to the Neighborhood Octo!
Octomom’s new non-foreclosure digs has been dressed up a bit. Vandals toilet papered her new home. Welcome to the neighborhood Octomom!
