This was a busy week, indeed!
The week in celebrity news was fascinating with parties, drug busts, hep-a vaccinations, nerd-rage and babies for sale and rent!

As reported earlier, J-Lo gave birth to the tune of $6 Million dollars, as that is the going rate for celebrity babies.

Aaron Carter was busted in Texas for possession of 2 ounces of marijuana! I don’t know about you, but that’s a lot of weed! Looks like the party he was going to had to settle for PBR.
Seems like he’ll also be spending some time in the pokey since Texas ain’t L.A. (and damn proud of it!)
Note to Aaron: Just close your eyes and imagine that you are on a sunny beach in Santa Monica. He’ll finish soon!

Bland-Pop Superstar, Moby was given the third degree by nerds all across nerd-dom for briefly dating Natalie Portman and incurring the wrath of Star Wars lovers in their parents basements all across the U.S.

Page six reports, “I guess in some people’s eyes, (nerds) might be mildly sexy - and, as a nerd, I’m certainly happy to enjoy some of the effects of that. But as far as the very brief affair that I had with Natalie, it’s made me a target of a lot of nerd wrath,” the techno-whiz tells next month’s Spin. “You don’t date Luke Skywalker’s mom and not have them hate your guts.”

The Federline has agreed to allow Britney to see her children for the first time in 2 months.

Federline’s lawyer-du-jour, Mark Vincent Kaplan, released a statement this week.
“We’re pleased that … the process of reinstating the children’s mother as a participant in their lives can commence,” E! Online quoted Kaplan as saying.
When the court commissioner signs the deal and faxes it over, Kaplan states, “Ms. Spears will be seeing her boys very soon after that. But it’s not a total done deal yet.”

Ashton Kutcher’s 30th birthday bash might as well have been an orgy since all the participants now have to get Hepatitis-A vaccinations!
A bartender with the disease served them all up proper and Punk’d them with his personal best.

And Amy Winehouse trashed her hotel room to the tune of $6000 during the Grammy’s.
They could explain the alcohol on the floor, dirty underwear hanging from the bedposts, bottles everywhere, cigarette butts, and blackened bathtub, yet no one understood why the mirror ended up on the floor.