The poptart — who just violated her child custody agreement by getting wasted late Saturday night and then hanging out with her kids on Sunday (the agreement states that she cannot consume alcohol less than 12 hours before seeing the kids) — has pulled out of a possible Rolling Stone cover.

The train wreck, who hasn’t done much publicity for her new album, “Blackout,” besides her daily run to Starbucks to get photographed, has pulled the plug on a potential Rolling Stone cover, said an insider. Spears was close to signing a contract with editor and publisher Jann Wenner, to pose for the cover, but called off talks when the Wenner Media boss refused to promise her it would actually land on Rolling Stone instead of Us Weekly, said the insider. Last year, Nick Lachey was duped into believing Wenner’s promise of a Rolling Stone cover and was furious when he landed on Us instead. “It was going to be a good platform for her music to be taken seriously because it had been so long. But she refused to get screwed by Wenner,” said our source. “They kept negotiating, and it got nasty.” Spears has contacted Blender magazine, and a deal is being worked out for a cover there, said the source.

Okay, here’s my question: why is everyone giving Britney shit for failing to promote this album? I mean, is there anyone on this planet who doesn’t know Britney just released a new album? My grandpa knows. My great-aunt knows. My cats know. I’m confident that most of sub-Saharan Africa knows. The problem is just that people aren’t willing to pay money for it. It’s not like Britney’s going to go on the Carson Daly show and be like, “Hey, my name’s Britney Spears, and I just wanted to let you guys know I just dropped a new album. Yeah, yeah, for real. It’s called Blackout. Maybe you’ve heard of it?” and then everyone will rush out and buy it. I’m just saying.

WHICH big Hollywood actress is about to come out of the closet? She’s been living with her girlfriend in a small town, where all the neighbors know, and the two are now engaged to be married.

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We haven’t been covering the story of Jessica Sierra around here because I think it’s boring as fuck and I don’t know who could possibly still care about this bitch.

But the little hooker went and offered a cop fellatio — saying “I’ll suck your dick if you don’t take me to jail” — and, when he refused that darling offer, she called him the N-word.

So now I care, because this little bitch deserves to be called out for the racist slut that she is.

So there you have it, folks: Jessica Sierra is a racist, drunk little slut.

You can read the full police report here.

“[It's] a little sexist. It paints the women as shrews, as humorless and uptight, and it paints the men as goofy, fun-loving guys. It was hard for me to love the movie.”

Katherine Heigl discusses Knocked Up in Vanity Fair.

Also: about her Grey’s character’s relationship with married O’Malley: “It was a ratings ploy. I’m trying to figure her out and keep her real.”

Sometimes I have to remember that I love Katherine Heigl and hate Izzie. It’s not her fault Izzie sucks so hard.

Jess and Tony are still going strong, sucking face at Cacee Cobb’s 30th birthday party at Teddy’s.

At first, the singer – wearing a form-fitting black dress and spike heels – and her new beau kept things low-key in a secluded booth. But as the night wore on, the two were spotted with their arms around each other. Then, after a few seconds of conversation, they leaned in for a kiss – right in the middle of the crowded club.

Also, I guess Cacee’s still going strong with Scrubs star Donald Faison. Cute!!!

Can you guess? Can you?

HELLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO, HEATHER MILLS!!!!

Thank you for finally being interesting!!!!

News of the World unearthed these photos. They haven’t released the fully nude ones yet, but I’m sure they’ll surface eventually, and we’ll have them for you when they do.

Uncensored version is after the jump.

Update: We’ve got the fully nude shots here.

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I mean, for reals, people, those are birthing hips. This is a woman who was made to accidentally pop out a kid while she’s taking a shit, pull the baby out of the toilet, wipe, and get on with her day. Like I’m pretty sure I could emerge, at age 25, from that woman’s uterus — while clutching my television set and, you know, my car — and we would both be in pretty good shape afterwards.

Jesus, those are hips.

It would just be like, “Dayum, girl, someone got into the Doritos. Seriously.”

At the Conde Nast Movies Rock event in LA.