Kid Rock says his ex-wife Pamela Anderson lied about a miscarriage last year. People says:

Anderson got mad when Rock delayed a visit to her on the set of her movie in Canada so he could attend a Los Angeles Lakers game, the 36-year-old singer tells Rolling Stone magazine.

"I’m like, ’Baby, I got these tickets. I’ll see you on the weekend there,’ and that leads into her saying, ’You don’t care about me, blah blah blah,’ " Rock says. "She finally comes up with this: ’I just had a miscarriage’ … and hangs the phone up."

In November 2006, Anderson’s then-publicist issued a statement confirming reports she had a miscarriage and asked that "everyone respect her privacy during this difficult time."

When Kid got to Vancouver, B.C. he said Pam acted totally different:

"She’s partying at this restaurant, drinking champagne, jumping on the tables. I’m thinking, ’That’s a quick recovery from a miscarriage.’ "

Rock filed for divorce from Anderson a month later, ending their four-month marriage.

Pam has Hepatitis C, and drinks like an alcoholic, so a miscarriage is a blessing in disguise. Five marriages to Pam in four months $250,000 (estimated), chartered flight to Vancouver on short notice $2,000 (estimated), Pam drowning, accidentally, in a pool of her own vomit … priceless.

Do your eyes still work after that?

We don’t really have much to say about this sacrilege.

Um…Dane Cook is no John Lennon, but we appreciate him wearing underwear.

Let’s hope that the very cute Jessica Alba was photoshopped into that poster and didn’t have to pose with the nearly naked Mr. Cook.

Does this make anyone want to see this movie?

And, to remind folks of the art that inspired this lame campaign. Behold the image below and read more about its cultural prominence as a Rolling Stone magazine cover here.

"Rehab" hitmaker Amy Winehouse is this week’s Rolling Stone Magazine covergirl.

Rolling Stone’s editors have an interesting prospective on the throwback singer’s prenup-free new marriage to "reformed" cheater Blake Civil-Fielder:

"Winehouse and Blake are a pair of self-destructive souls equally capable of being the best or the worst thing that’s ever happened to each other. They … share matching scars, though the ones on his left forearm look older – and more rigorously inflicted – than hers. They are partners in crime who disappear to the bathroom with such regularity that one can’t help but speculate about possible drug use."