Old billy goat Rimes eschewed her usual lunch of chewin’ on other people’s husbands old tin cans  and headed out for a bite to eat at Santa Monica cafe Kreation yesterday with three puddin-bellied jabrones labeled by the paps as “friends.”

Those same three “friends” hung out with Dean Sheremet five days earlier in Dean’s new NYC stomping grounds. (I’m taking bets as to how long it will be before we see pics of Dean enjoying himself at Fire Island.)

I wonder which one of them will get to keep the “friends” in the divorce? (Dean finally filed the papers earlier this week. )

You know Dean Shermet, the back-up-dancer-turned-husband of Leann Rimes who responded to video evidence of her sucking on another man’s fingers by Twittering that he loves his wife?

It turns out that he just might be gay.

I know, I know. I can barely breathe I’m so surprised.

The kids over at a Detroit morning radio show were chatting about Leann and the break-up, when all of a sudden a bunch of Dean’s family and friends from way back when started calling in to talk about his extreme gayness.

Said his cousin: “I mean, there were so many situations that happened when we were teenagers… He’s gay. He’s been gay since he was probably five … The family literally used to take bets on what age he would come out, and then all of the sudden he got married!”

And says one of his former dance students: “He’s definitely gay.”

No wonder Leann was cheating. She probably hasn’t gotten laid in that marriage, well, ever. I assume they’re, like, best friends and have a veeeeery open marriage. Which is totally fine. If I can’t manage to find a husband in the next few years, I’m definitely marrying one of my gay buddies for the lower taxes and a shopping buddy. Plus I feel like I’ll have an easier time finding a boyfriend if I’m married. Men seem to dig that.