Blah blah blah Britney blah blah blah new tracks leaked blah blah blah blah comeback blah blah vagina.

Rumor has it that her label’s “leaking” these tracks to build buzz, but that none of them will actually be on her new album.

SNORE!

“Everybody”

“Been a While”

“Got Me High”

“What You Sippin’ On”

I ::heart:: this clip.

Meet the Top 12 contestants for the current season of Australian Idol.

Meanwhile, here in the States, the American Idol tour bombed, with the Idols performing to half-empty houses most nights. Auditions for the upcoming season have wrapped up here in the States. Is everybody ready for another go-round?

And I’m sad, too!

If Brad Pitt can get old, anyone can get old.

Pitt, 43, spoke recently to Details magazine about being over the hill. (And they airbrushed the hell out of him on the cover. They may as well have just photographed the figure of him at Madame Tussaud’s.)

“One thing sucks,” he says. “Your face kind of goes. Your body’s not quite working the same.”

And it wouldn’t be an interview these days without a discussion of The World’s Most Important Person. “This Paris Hilton quest for fame … she’s blissfully oblivious,” he laughs, recalling how he and Jolie had been traveling for a month and turned on the TV. “And on comes Paris Hilton, going to jail. And so we just turned it off again.”

You know, Brad, when your lovely life partner was Paris Hilton’s age, she was wearing Billy Bob Thornton’s blood in a vial around her neck and talking to red carpet reporters about how they’d just fucked in the limo. That was years before she was the humanitarian husband-stealer she’s become today. I’m just saying. For all you know, in a few years, Paris Hilton will be married to a Nobel Prize winner and distributing AIDS medications in the Congo as a Goodwill Ambassador. You know? I’m just saying. And I can’t believe I’m standing up for Paris Hilton here, but Jesus Christ, Brad, your perfect fucking girlfriend used to be a perfect fucking headcase.

When life gives him lemons, Danny DeVito makes limoncello. [Celebslam]

R. Kelly’s got himself another few weeks to urinate on minors. [Bossip]

Kelly Clarkson’s going back on tour. [POTP]

BREAKING: Everyone in Hollywood has an eating disorder. [popbytes]

Whoopi Goldberg thinks dog fighting is okay if you came from the Deep South. Incidentally, Whoopi, such a background is also an acceptable excuse for demanding the legalization of slavery and the revocation of women’s right to vote. Oh, wait, except it’s not. Welcome to The View, sweetheart. [Cele|bitchy]

Anne Hathaway gets freaky with her boyfriend. [Gabby Babble]

The mystery of Justin Bobby, solved. But still: homeboy wore combat boots to the beach. Do you really want to call that your boyfriend? [IBBB]

Sarah Michelle Gellar’s body is almost shrinking faster than her career. [Daily Stab]

Uh, Tyra? Is this fierce? Really? [Holy Candy]

According to the Daily News, Drew Barrymore — whose production partner just got engaged to Jimmy Fallon — may have found a love interest of her own.

Barrymore hit up Jet nightclub in Las Vegas, along with BFF Cameron Diaz and Live Free or Die Hard hottie Justin Long. Drew and Justin “got cozy and made out in a corner table,” says a source.

“Everyone’s talking about going to rehab. I say give me a refill. Everyone says what happens in Vegas should stay in Vegas. I say fuck that.”

Justin Timberlake, at his Las Vegas show at Mandalay Bay, as he tossed back a shot on-stage. The singer wrapped up the show with a performance of “Dick in a Box.”