Despite his earlier claim that he checked into rehab for a foot injury (which you will not find reported on this website, because, unlike CNN, I do the level of fact-checking required to determine that no one goes to fucking rehab because their fucking foot hurts), Steven Tyler is now admitting that he in fact went to rehab to deal with the pill addiction he developed following his foot surgery.

“To have your feet done, to have your leg done, you have to be on narcotics,” Tyler told The Associated Press on Friday. “You have to be on sleep aids at night. I don’t know about Joe (Perry) but I was off and running and I didn’t like the me that was me … This was a month ago, so I just put the brakes on and checked into detox and just pulled the plug on all of it.”

Eh, good for you, Steven. I actually applaud you for dealing with the problem before it got out of hand. So I’m going to give you a limited amount of shit for bothering to lie in the first place. I’m glad you’re doing better now.

Ozzy Osbourne and Steven Tyler remind us why they used to be rock stars. Ozzy’s at the VH1 Rock Honors in Vegas, and Tyler’s at the Cove Atlantis opening. Rock and roll will never die, guys, but you will.

Is the theme GangBang or Groupie?

Who the hell came up with this idea? Repeat after me.
Swimsuit issue = girls.
Musicians = headphones.
Eye Shadow = evidently both.

*photos courtesy of Sports Illustrated

Now you can cross “See Steven Tyler’s bare ass” off your list of things to do before you die. I know, I know. When you put it on there twenty years ago it seemed a much more appealing proposal. Beggars can’t be choosers. But thankfully his daughter girlfriend is there to add a touch of youth to the image. [MollyGood]

How is it surprising to anyone, let alone someone who has actually had sex with her, that Anna Nicole continues to sell pictures of her baby to the tabloids? Come on, Larry Birkhead. You know you’re loving this. [Cele|bitchy]

Britney and her new parasite drop $40K a night on the Hugh Hefner suite at The Palms. I’m not sure why she needs that rotating bed. You know the whole room is spinning for her by bedtime anyway.* [Pop on the Pop]

Who is Keeley Hazell? Who cares? Her sex tape leaked. [Bossip]

Damn. I was in the Lindsay-Lohan’s-boobs-are-real camp for a long, long time, but now I’m starting to have second thoughts. [Yeeeah!]

Oh happy day! It turns out Gwen Stefani looks human before you airbrush the hell out of her. [Teddy and Moo]

Snore. Heather Mills wins something in her never-ending battle with Sir Paul McCartney. Wake me when I’m British. [Monica Monroe]

*A special congrats to Isaac Cohen, who, having been Britney’s boy-toy for over a week now, has earned his previously irrelevant ass its very own label here on the Beet.