Regarding Ricki-Lee's Husband's Porn Scandal
Posted by Jess McGuire at 9:12 AM on September 2, 2008
It's not often gay porn scandals slip by us here at Defamer Australia HQ, but yesterday I was so busy trying out different credit card number combinations on Straight Australian Guys Jacking Off in order to get myself a slice of the delicious visual pie that is, well, straight Australian guys jacking off - OH, THE IRONY! - that I completely missed the fact Australian Idol host and occasional pop starlet Ricki-Lee's husband (or at the very least, a male friend everyone thought was her husband) may have pleasured himself for the benefit of homosexuals online!
Australian Idol host Ricki-Lee Coulter has, unknowingly, become embroiled in an online porn scandal after shots of a man believed to be her husband Jamie Babbington surfaced on an X-rated website.

Oh my LORD. I know deep inside my soul that I shouldn't be nearly as gripped by Lindsay Lohan's personal life as I am, but when celebrities turn to their MySpazz blogs to get things off their chest, they capture my attention and I'm rendered helpless by their poorly spelled charm (see also Allen, L and Love, C).
While we have to say were taken slightly aback by the addition of 
After making an unsettling detour to
By all accounts, Ellen DeGeneres and Portia De Rossi's Saturday wedding was a stunning and intimate affair, the two beautiful brides eliciting audible gasps from the guests as they walked down the aisle, trailed closely behind by Iggy the Flower Dog tossing mouthfuls of white rose petals. Obviously, the world bids these two rapturously-in-love and talented ladies a lifetime of happiness together, though it's interesting to see how those good wishes sometimes play themselves out. For starters, we have CNN's headline on the nuptials,
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Caution: Like an old-school, deep-fried McDonald's cherry pie, contents of this blind item—courtesy of Page Six—are so scaldingly hot, they will likely burn through every layer of the skin on the roof of your mouth until you'll swear you're touching bone. Ah—but the hurt; it hurts