Bobby Brown's crazy life story claims continue in earnest as he plugs, plugs, plugs away at promoting his autobiography. Already, he accused ex-wife Whitney Houston of introducing him to drugs – "I never used cocaine until after I met Whitney. Before then, I had experimented with other drugs, but marijuana was my drug of choice." – but now he's gone even further off the unbelievable deep end: He claims he died three times and required resuscitation. Okay, fine, that's not too much a stretch.

Breaking: Michelle Obama was involved in a minor, inconsequential car accident on the exact same day Bobby Brown was admitted to the hospital for a mild heart attack and David Hasselhoff was treated for alcohol poisoning. [Stereohyped]

• Only days after finding God, Paris Hilton is already looking forward to her spiritual reawakening/out of jail Vegas bash.

• Ryan Phillippe's little girl is growing up so fast. In fact, she already looks just like that gorgeous actress he cheated on.

• Bobby Brown is still convinced that deranged Whitney fan Osama Bin Laden is out to get him.

• Meanwhile, the Butterscotch Stallion rides his mountain bike all the way Scores.

• Also, when Anne Heche isn't flirting with every girl in sight, she's draping herself over Ethan Hawke.

• Dermot Mulroney is officially done being married to actress Catherine Keener. But he still plans to watch her edgy indy flicks religiously on DVD.

• The good news: Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston put aside their differences to celebrate their daughter's birthday. The bad news: Bobby got shit-faced and Whitney screamed at the birthday girl to 'shut up.'

• K-Fed wants $25K for exclusive rights to his bday bash; Life & Style responds, "25K? Screw you, we're buying a Saturn."

• When Brandon Davis made fun of Paula Abdul for being Middle Eastern, perhaps he simply forgot that his father is a Turkish-American wine importer whose last name is Zarif.

• Alright, so maybe Bono's red campaign actually made $25 million. Which sounds pretty impressive until you consider that's only 1,000 times what K-Fed's will likely bank for his birthday extravaganza.

• How does Lindsay Lohan even have time for drinking when she's busy getting 6-hour haircuts?

• Rumor has it there might be a Forrest Gump sequel on the way. Sort of I Love the 90's meets Radio.

• Calling all single women—if you go to this website, Fabio will call you on the telephone and whisper sweet heavily accented nothings in your ear. Hey, he had us at "gutten tag."

• Jennifer Hudson didn't actually like the poo-colored gown and gold python bolero she wore to the Oscars. She was just too afraid of Andre Leon Talley (and the wrath of Anna Wintour) to wear something less hideous.

• Madonna got a bit tipsy at the post-Oscars Vanity Fair bash. Then she quickly sobered up and did 40 straight hours of Pilates.

• Bobby Brown evidently feels that child support is "his prerogative." A judge who signed off on his arrest warrant evidently disagrees.

• Paris Hilton's house has a stripper pole. Don't act like you're surprised.

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• Anna Nicole Smith's crazy ex boyfriend wants a paternity test. Even though he and Anna Nicole probably haven't done it in like a year. [E!]

• Oh, God, Bobby Brown. Can't you just pay the woman? [AP]

• LavaLife: the online magazine for the "young, urban, unattached crowd." Aka: weirdo losers who aren't having much luck on Craigslist. [Mediaweek]

• Wait … isn't it a good thing for Mark Foley to be totally off the Internet? [ETP]

• Even celebrities look bad sometimes. Usually it's Oprah … or Cameron Diaz. But sometimes, if we're lucky, it's Lindsay Lohan. [Mollygood]

• Our dissing of Christopher Hitchens pales in comparison to the amount of hate the public has poured onto the Dixie Chicks. [Page Six]

• Quick, everyone, run to the Upper West Side and ring Moby's bell. He won't answer emails, but if you ring his bell, he'll let you in. His e-mail says so. [Radar]

• Oh, Bobby Brown. We know Whitney Houston left your ass … but did you have to go straight into the arms of the other woman? [R&M]

• If two gay, aging pop stars can make peace, why can’t the rest of the world follow suit? [Y!]

• Oh Lord. Now that Avril Lavigne's in love she's gonna stop hating guys and stuff. Remember when Alanis Morrisette did that? Boo. We like our Canadians angry. [AOL]

• So, Beck is officially, absolutely insane? [Pitchfork]

Contrary to likely popular belief, this is actually news and not an event that took place five months ago. Pop star turned crack-den-dweller Whitney Houston filed for "separation" from husband of 14 years, Bobby Brown.

Access Hollywood has learned from a source close to Whitney Houston that the star has filed for a legal separation from her long-time husband Bobby Brown. The source says legal documents were filed Friday and that Bobby Brown was served with those documents yesterday. Houston plans to officially file for divorce in October.

So, basically, Bobby decided to let the terrorists win.

Whitney Houston Files For Separation From Bobby Brown [Access Hollywood]

Not that anyone even reads Vibe anymore (except of course the New York Times Sunday Styles editors) but if Jeff Bercovici is gossiping about it, it must be at least semi-worth mentioning. Everyone loves a "the entire magazine hates the boss" story, and this one involves the newly refurbished Vibe magazine.

(Sidenote: is it just us, or is Radar more obsessed with Vibe than Adam Moss is with Julianne Moore?)

Anyways, not only is Vibe's new EIC Danyel Smith pissing off celebs but she's majorly pissing off her own staffers.

The new bosses of Vibe are doing an extraordinary job of getting themselves hated. Editor in chief Danyel Smith was unlikely to win the hearts of the few staffers she didn't fire upon arrival—her first official action was to install her name on the masthead of an issue she hadn't worked on …

She didn't stop there. Smith replaced the planned Christina Aguilera cover with an oh-so-savvy Bobby Brown issue — which doesn't feel very BlackBook family … or at all interesting — a move that likely peeved staffers. Especially music editor Clive Owen. Oh, also, Elliot Wilson, editor of XXL (and as Radar points out, Vibe's main competitor) is her husband.

Well, it's good to see somebody out there is giving Robin Cembalest a run for her "bitchiest non-famous editor" title.

New Vibe Editor Exercises Her Prerogative [Jeff Bercovici, Radar]

• Outkast declines to appear on Oprah, stating that they’d have a hard time “trying not to choke the bitch.” [Much Music]

• Ashlee Simpson will be performing tonight at Pier 54. We’re currently taking bets as to which drunken Wilson brother (Owen or Luke) will boo her off the stage, and which one will try and hook up with her. [Page Six]

&blul; Ladies, it’s your lucky day. Bobby Brown is on the hunt! [Daily Dish]

• The guy from Savage Garden finally came out. We knew it all along. [AOL]

• Ummm … we don’t think it will go over too well with the Broadway crowd when Usher drops his pants onstage. [MSNBC]

• Chamillionaire gives us his view on the police's racial profiling problem. It's so refreshing to hear a rapper speak openly about cops. [MTV]

• Bobby Brown no longer goes out in public with Whitney Houston. Instead, he surrounds himself with superhuman Amazons that will beat the shit out of any supermodels who might try to mess. [Page Six]

• Possibly proving that the republican party is really starting to lose steam, the Dixie Chicks return to number one on the charts. Buh-bye Daniel Powter. [AP]

• Let it be known, Dave Grohl is not dead. It's just his career. [NME]

At first glance of these photos, we thought, "holy crap Natasha Lyonne is at it again." However, this time we find out it's Whitney Houston's crack pad being plastered in the National Enquirer. And of course, subsequently, the Internet.

The photos document Whitney's bathroom, which she locked herself in for days while binging out on major narcs.

Amid the trash, leftover food and empty beer cans are the tools of the hardcore drug fiend — pipes, rolling papers, spoons in which powdered cocaine is cooked into crack, lighters.

Photos courtesy of Tina Brown (that's of the Bobby Brown clan, not the New Yorker) after the jump.

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• Oh, Kid Rock. He just can't seem to learn that sex tape lesson. Doesn't he realize that we prefer not to gouge our eyes out?. [Page Six]

• If Michael Jackson is the Oscar Wilde of our times, then we are all totally screwed. Along with the 11-year-old boys from the late 1800s. [LA Times]

• People, get it straight. Kanye West is not a sex addict. He's a porn addict. Nobody said anything about Jesus getting laid. [The Scoop]

• Bobby Brown continues to be the creepiest man alive by propositioning and violently manhandling a woman at Nick Cannon's birthday party. Bobby, those stunts make you look worse than Whitney, yo. [Lowdown]

• Billy Joel is leaves his lifelong band mate and drummer broke and alone. Hey, at least he didn't force the guy to drive anywhere with him. [R&M]

• Sure, Busta Rhymes is happy to talk when it comes to psycho ex girlfriend. But, when it comes to looking more and more like he knows who shot his bodyguard? Not so much. [Page Six]

• In a desperate attempt to gain publicity, rapper Cam'ron busts out an 8-minute dis on Jay-Z. And Rush & Molloy bust out their Hillary Clinton-style jive. [R & M]

• If you sound like Tom Waits, don't count on any commercial jobs anytime soon. [NY Times]

• Did 50 Cent steal song lyrics from Luther Campbell? We don't think it really matters — due to catching a round in his face, 50 is the only one who can sing In Da' Club all sexy and slack jawed like. [AP]

• Billie Joe Armstrong was a no-show at his own movie premiere. Who leaves the house without perfect eyeliner? [Page Six]

• Music icon Wilson Pickett passed away yesterday. Karaoke singers everywhere will honor his memory by continuing to butcher "Mustang Sally" every night. [Billboard]

• Are Bobby Brown and Whitney Houston breaking up? Heeel no. Is she back on the smack? Uh, no comment. [People]