Except Amanda Colluccio is still sticking with that whole “I had nothing to do with it” line. Read the full interview here, but here are the highlights.

“They were meant to be seen by one person and one person only,” Coluccio said at her Holmdel home. “The really bad ones aren’t her. I’ve studied them. It’s not her nose. She’s never had (acrylic nail) tips in her life. She’s the least slutty person I know.”

Coluccio, who speaks with Barba daily, says they believe someone from Catholic University broke into her computer and posted the pictures.”She’s been crying. She’s horrified,” Coluccio says. “She’s most upset about what her parents think.”

“‘We both went to fulfill a dream but were made into characters,” she said. “‘American Idol’ is the fakest show on TV. We’re so real and down-to-earth, and I wish people could see that.”

Check out more of the pictures in question here and here.

Jack Nicholson was a bit creepy last night with his bald head. Awards shows love panning to Jack’s reactions and last night he was down right loopy. I promise you that he and Diane Keaton had a little bit of “something” before they gave out the Best Picture Oscar. We were trying to figure out if it was blow or just a quickie in the bathroom that got them so wound up but there was something going on.

Back to Jack’s hair. Where did it go? Why? The answer is is that Jack is going to be playing a cancer patient along with Morgan Freeman in the film “Bucket List.” It is supposedly a “buddy flick” about terminally ill men. That sounds like the feel good movie of the year. At least the mystery was solved. It is good to know that he wasn’t mocking Britney Spears…part of me thought it was a really really bad joke. Kudos to Ellen not connecting the two baldies because though it would have awarded the Kodak Theatre a bit of a chuckle, it wouldn’t have been good for all of Hollywood’s A-List to be making fun of Brit Brit.

So, yeah, as has been firmly established at this point, Britney Spears does drugs. Well, hopefully she doesn’t currently do drugs — at least not if Daniel Baldwin has anything to say about it — but she used to do a lot of drugs. Like for years, people.

Ehhhhnyway, her first husband, Jason Alexander (the twit from Louisiana, not the twit from Seinfeld) is such a darling that he’s opted to spill his romantic guts to some paper in London. He recounts an episode during which Brit almost OD’d on E (the drug, guys, not the television network, although I suppose both are equally probable):

“I took her into the bathroom and threw her in the shower. She was unconscious. She tripped and fell. I was trying to hold her up and speak to her. She wasn’t moving. I remember looking down at her all crumpled in the tub with the water coming down. She looked so white and lifeless. I thought she was dead. I thought, ‘This bitch is going to f–king die right here in front of me.’”

I wonder if this was before or after he married her. Anyway, sweet of him to care so much.

Page 6 says Hugh Hefner is getting married again to the chickie pictured above (Holly Madison). Not only will she recieve mind altering elderly sex with a moderate chance of breakin’ a man’s hip but she’ll also get the security that comes with the Playboy Mansion’s grotto.

I can tell you that by the time I’m 80 not only will I not care about women; I’ll be in full crotchety mode (while pursuing competitive shuffleboard). Right now women are lovely. At 80, egh, I’m good.

Nice work Hugh, now don’t you go dying on us.