Whitney's What the? Wednesday

I can hardly handle how many of you stopped by yesterday to linkup your fun facts. Fun doesn't even begin to describe how yesterday was for me on this blog. So, for that I thank you all soo much for linking up. Really, seeing so many amazing blogging ladies connecting with one another on a positive level was just so surreal. What a day!

Today I'm staying true to my new Wednesday series, so let's see what's been going on in the celeb gossip world this week, shall we?

If you've been living under a rock you probably wont see this first one coming. If you have any access to any type of social network, radio or TV station, you probably called it.

Ohhh, Manti T'eo, or as I've been calling him, Manatee Potato.

Manatee Potato; Notre Dame rockstar and imaginary friend advocate.

Homie, was on top of his game, literally, until something even worse than your team getting their ass handed to them by a team far superior happened... Not only was it blatantly proven that his team was, in fact, nowhere near good enough to be considered the #1 college football team, we all found out that Manatee has been rocking a fake girlfriend.

While I personally gave my imaginary companions up somewhere during the time I started growing adult teeth, who am I to judge? Perhaps Mr. Potato is just a really, really late bloomer. 

Or nucking futs.

The presidential inauguration happened on Monday afternoon. As always a slew of the who's who was in attendance, including one Bill Clinton. 

Oh Willie Clinton, some things never change. While I'm sure Ms. Clarkson has a Hollywood grade ass, I'd imagine after all of these years you would have perfected your sneaky glance by now. What would Hilary say? You're right, she probably does believe you thought you saw a clown. I forget you're a veteran in all things adultery.

The good news is that it wasn't Beyonce's ass you laid those eyes on. Something tells me JayZ knows people.

A few months ago the youngest prince of Whales, Prince Harry, found himself in America's most dangerous city for a single man. A one Sin City, or Vegas if you are completely oblivious. He managed to commit many sins during his visit to Sin City, shaming his entire royal family and further confirming the lack of morals in Americans.

Well, this week Hare Hare came forward and spoke publicly about his Vegas night. It turns out sweet, innocent Hare has a horrible judge of character. He claims he thought he could trust everyone in the hotel room that night.

I mean, what friend would ever sell a story of a prince?

(answer: me)

Selena Gomez and Justin Bieber broke up a few weeks ago and they are not letting us forget it. I can't give them too much crap though, they are doing a hell of a lot better than I did during my first break up. 

At least they're leaving their houses. And showering.

Though I've got to say, this little diva-in-training has started to show signs of a heartbroken teen this passed week when she did a cover of Justin Timberlake's song 'Cry Me A River'. I wont post the video here because, well, I've heard howling cats that sound better than her rendition of said song, but sister is seeking revenge on that ex of hers and I think she got it.

Well, that is if you buy the story that the Biebinator is capable of finding someone better than Seleney to call "baby".

What would a celeb gossip update be without a mention of the Queen of Hot Mess herself, Ms. Lindsay Lohan?

It seems some certifiably insane misinformed employee at Dancing with the Stars, who may or may not be trying to lose their job, has been trying to get CrazyPants Lohan aboard the 2013 cast. She's been offered as much as $550,000 to pretend she's interested in learning ballroom dancing and yet, somehow, her ego remains larger than her failed career.

Apparently CrazyPants is above reality TV and here all along I thought doing heroin and/or owing the government mass amounts of money was an ultimate low.

Hey DWTS, call me.