Not that Alex needs much help. With the cro magnon forehead and all the fake tanner – he does a pretty good job of it himself.

But Katie Price felt like lending him a hand by dumping him as she made her way out of the jungle earlier this week. Katie had been participating in Britain’s ”I’m a Celebrity – Get Me Out Of Here” when she decided to leave the show after being forced into elimination trials for the 6th time. But before she made her big announcement to the show, she made another announcement in her hotel room.

Even though Alex had flown in from Australia to reportedly propose to the model, she beckoned him to her hotel room to break his heart instead. She let him know that she is tired of him making cash off of her name and accused him of being a glory hound. Katie says -

“I have done a lot of reflection in the jungle. I realised it was best if I’m on my own. I don’t want a relationship.”

Um, yeah – like Katie Price has any right to dump a guy for trying to create celebrity out of nothing.

Anyway – friends are saying that Alex is crushed and he has already released a couple comments swearing his love was for Katie and not the bank accounts!

I think I would have more respect for the cross dresser if he just admitted he wanted the dollars!

We can only hope this won’t mean the end of public appearances from Alex’s alter ego Roxanne – cuz that bitch is HOT!

Tig

I totally stole this picture from Dlisted.com

Do you read Michael K?? If you don’t, you should! He kills me!

This is “Roxanne,” UFC fighter Alex Reid’s alter ego. Alex has been dating the UK’s Queen of Class, Katie Price for a while now. Lately, Alex has been seen out and about sporting his feminine side, and last night he threw on this fabulous, fishnet and leather ensemble and took his hot ass out on the town!

I was going to talk a little shit, but realy – I just respect the hell outta the guy. I mean, I would never be caught dead in my bedroom in that outfit – but he has the balls (pardon the pun) to rock it like Rupaul with pride.

You have to see the rest of these pictures – head over to Dlisted.com to see them all!!

God I LOVE Halloween!

Tig

Funny.. this outfit screams “My kids come first!”

Katie’s ex, Dwight Yorke, begs to differ! In his new book, ”Born To Score” he spills about how hellish life with Katie could be. He claims that she used to go out and party it up, get boozed and rowdy and come home belligerent on the regular.

How could he have been surprised that she would be too busy caring about herself to care about her child? How does he expect US to be surprised by this?! Um - we’ve seen her show dude.

Dwight says – “I challenged her about this lifestyle. She’d desperately wanted our baby but was this her idea of motherhood?” adding, “The woman is infuriating.”

Um duh.

Here’s a pic of Dwight Yorke, in case you’re not familiar.

Tig

Amongst growing concern from her family and friends, a month ago Katie Price announced that she was raped multiple times when she was younger. This revelation was meant to defend her “man O’ the month”  Alex Reid for staring in a very graphic rape scene in a super independent movie – saying she would never date someone that was violent since she had been a victim herself.

Anyway- She is now telling OK! Magazine that her rapist was a celebrity and yes her husband knew who he was but did nothing about it and (damn it) NO she won’t tell you who it was.

Ummm – ok.

Seriously – rape is horrific thing that destroys lives and I don’t even want to go into “is she fibbing?” but I will say this – It seems pretty silly to go to a tabloid instead of maybe – oh I dunno, the police?! Actually -that might not be a bad idea, they do seem to be more effective at gettin information than the fuzz. Hmmmm- that’s not a bad idea AT ALL! Sending paparazzi in as spies against domestic terrorism! Not only would they find Bin Ladin – but they would find him in cheap heels and some terrible off-the-rack number, drunk and in mid nipple slip! CRAP! Now I’m off topic………

Katie needs a hug, a therapist, and a detective STAT.

Tig