And then there were three. Fenton, oddly absent, is busy at home, giving Moye a rare chance to get a word in edgewise, thought it’s not easy. James is wearing shoes of Moye’s “people,” he says, which makes Moye feel “more at home.” Charlie Sheen’s kids clothing line. Popbitch. James figures we’ll all be dead by this time next week, now that he’s seen Oprah’s bird flu show. “Every city in the world will be like Katrina times ten,” he says. Oprah at Auschwitz – “incomprehensible.” The Nobel prize. Ice Cube. Kim Delaney in rehab. Chicken Little, Kevin from American Idol, spotted coming out of a Boys Town establishment with a man old enough to be his father. Clay Aiken. Jennifer Aniston without a laugh track. The Break Up. The Lake House. Randy, on the raw food diet, feels “life energy” flowing through his body and looks forward to pooping out the lining of his intestines in a 40-foot-long stool. He’ll be posting NSFW pix of it on the WOW Report when it happens. What about RuPaul’s regularity? High colonics. Moye shocks with news of the “pink sock” and details of the “poopy-egg omelette.” Coppertone’s censored ad. Click. Man throws his young sons off the balcony of a South Beach hotel. Discuss. Anderson Cooper’s autobiography, Vanity Fair, and Katrina. Discuss. Computing the age of Gloria Vanderbilt. Paris Hilton vs Nicole Richie: Richie once was spotted at LACMA; Paris destined to become Pam Anderson without the career.