Well, her soon to be ex husband Deryck Whibley has already moved on to making out with chick in tattoo parlors, so I guess it makes sense that Avril would move on to someone new, too. But while Deryck Whibley is out hooking with some Hollywood scene queen, she’s moving in with a former Hollywood kinda sorta somebody with a big greasy face. Yeah, Brandon Davis. A refresher for those of you who’ve had the pleasure of forgetting: he’s the one who hangs out with Paris and Co. and famously called Lindsay Lohan poor for only having seven mil. and then brilliantly called her a firecrotch to TMZ cameras.

The two supposedly have been seeing each other since the split, but their move in seems more recession-friendly than serious. From Hollyscoop: “Avril is selling her home where she lived with Deryck, while Brandon still lives in his family’s Bel-Air mansion….They both needed a place to live, so they decided to move in together.”

This is the first woman that Brandon has ever lived with and Avril isn’t even divorced yet, so I don’t anticipate this relationship going anywhere. I actually, deep down, genuinely feel that eventually one of them is going to wind up stabbing the other in a coke-fueled rage. I think this is probably a massive mistake, but they didn’t ask me so whatever…

In perhaps her final act of pop culture relevance, angry scenester and occasional vocalist Avril Lavigne has filed to end her ill-advised marriage to Sum 41 guitarist Deryck Whibley. Let this be a lesson to all of you: Never marry someone who doesn’t know how to spell his own first name. The couple separated in late September, and Avril officially filed for divorce on October 9. They married in July 2006, when Avril was 22 years old, which is how I knew for sure that their love would last forever. Because wealthy and famous 22-year-olds know exactly what they’re going to want for the rest of their lives, and it’s always important for them to try hard to make their marriages work, because it’s not like they have anything to fall back on.

What makes this a particularly gleeful occasion for me (Side note: How hard does Glee rock? Sooo hard. It makes me realize that I probably would have loved High School Musical if I were like 10 years younger. I would totally buy a beach towel with Finn and Rachel on it.), is that back when Avril married this guy, and everyone was all like, “You are so dumb, this will never work,” she was all like, “Everyone else is dumb and this is going to work” and I was all like, “No, Avril, this going to work about as well as Aaliyah’s Cessna” and she was all like, “You’ll all feel silly in forty years when I’m still married to the punk guitarist with whom I shared life goals at the age of 22″ and now they’re getting a divorce. I win.

Oh, and Avril’s filing a motion to prevent him from seeking spousal support. I SMELL A SHITSTORM! AND IT SMELLS GOOOOOD!

Well, the cat’s finally out of the bag. After months and months of speculation, and even here on EvilBeet where we reported yesterday before official statements had been released from the parties in question, Avril Lavigne and Deryck Whibley have announced that they are officially split. On her personal website, Avirl left the following statement up for her fans “Deryck and I have been together for 6-an-a-half years. We have been friends since I was 17, started dating when I was 19, and married when I was 21. I am grateful for our time together, and I am grateful and blessed for our remaining friendship.”

Deryck, who apparently hasn’t updated his social networking since he was last relevant, sent a message to his fans on MySpace, saying the following “The past 6 and a half years have been the most amazing years of my life. It’s sad it has come to an end but Avril and I are still family and moving forward in the most positive way possible. Our decision to part ways is amicable and she holds a special place in my heart and forever will be a great and amazing friend. Thanks to all our family, friends and fans for all the support.”

Aww. Well, that’s a little sad. It was also predictable. The two were married three years ago when Av was only 21 and Deryck was 26. While I think I secretly held out hope that the Canadian-born faux-punk love birds would keep it together, I know everyone saw this day coming.

Aw, sad news today, guys!  Avril Lavigne and Deryck Whibley are splitting up after three long years of wedded bliss.  According to Us magazine, Avril kicked ol’ Deryck out of their $10M manse and he’s reported to be “devastated”.  As for the reason?  A source says Avril told her husband she wanted to move on.

Oh, if I “moved on” every time my spouse irritated me I’d have about 19 ex-husbands right now.  I expect that Deryck will get a favorable spousal settlement and Avril will go back to designing crappy clothes for Kohls.

Remember when Avril Lavigne was kind of popular and relevant and sober and a singer?  Well don’t feel bad because no one else does either.

I’ll tell you something, though.  She got married almost three years ago to Sum 41’s Deryck Whibley and that union has lasted almost three years longer than I ever thought it would.  This is the couple that I always think has already divorced about five times by now.  Sadly, now their marriage appears to be scotch on the rocks.  Gatecrasher tells the tale of the young lovers, their drama and Avril’s love for all things potato as long as all those potato things are brands of vodka:

Avril Lavigne can party like a rock star.

The Canadian singer was “getting bombed” at MyHouse in L.A. last weekend, says a spy. “She kept downing vodka drinks, to the point where she was obliterated. She ended up fighting with her husband (Deryck Whibley of Sum 41 fame) before ignoring him completely.”

While Whibley sat alone on the couch glumly, “­Avril talked to everyone else. When he was ready to leave, she downed two more shots of vodka before walking out the door. What a child!”

So there are all these photos today of Avril Lavigne and Deryk Whibley leaving Koi and I’m just flipping through them like, “Yeah, who cares,” but then with her there is some girl who looks vaguely familiar and I’m not sure why. The photo agency doesn’t ID her at all. So why do I know her? Did I used to party with her in LA? Did she date someone I know? I mentally flip through every reality TV show in the history of mankind and can’t place her on any of those. Who is she?

And then it hits me: That’s Britney Spears’ old assistant. Alli Sims. Who we haven’t heard from or seen in ages. Like, since the Big Britney Meltdown.

What is she doing with Avril Lavigne and her husband now?

Weird.

The rumors have started, and Canadian gossip blog IsThisHappening is reporting that Avril Lavigne is pregnant with hubby Deryck Whibley’s kiddo.

Not sure if it’s true or not, but babies will definitely be the hot new accessory for 2008.

How long until Paris Hilton jumps on board this train?

It looks like someone has attached clear wires to the corners of her mouth and pulled them up to create a smile. She doesn’t want to be there at all.

“See, when I do this thing with my hands, it means I’m hardcore. Get it? I’m a total rebel. Fighting the man, man. You can tell by my hands. You should buy my album, particularly if you’re a suburban youth who feels most comfortable railing against the prevailing, suffocating social norms by purchasing alt-pop music on iTunes and positioning your hands just so.”

At her CD release party Tuesday in NYC.

I don’t know much about Robin Thicke, but he looks like Russell Crowe and Justin Timberlake’s secret love child, and — perhaps not surprisingly — his new music video is creating quite a bit of buzz. [Allie is Wired]

Antonella Barba in Playboy? Hef says it’s a “very real possibility.” [Rumorficial]

Jared Leto is physically injured. The celebratory potluck will be held this evening at Perez Hilton’s house. [Ninja Dude]

I swear, the only people who have any right to be hospitalized for “dehydration” live in countries where the nearest hospital is 500 miles away and is also a tent. But Nicole Richie hits up an L.A. ER with this ubiquitous A-list ailment. [dlisted]

Avril Lavigne, you are soooo badass. [The Blemish]

Victoria Beckham is chased by pot-bellied pigs. ‘Nuff said. [Agent Bedhead]

What’s funniest to me is the running ‘razzi commentary. When you watch the videos of Paris or Lindsay, the photogs are always super nice: “Paris, watch out, there’s a puddle!” “Lindsay, hi, you look gorgeous, you look beautiful!” “Paris, how’s your jaw? Is your jaw okay, Paris? Your fans are so worried about you!”

With Avril, it’s just, “Come on, you drunk bitch!”

But I guess Paris has never spit on a photog.