<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, carmen electra]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, carmen electra]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/carmenelectra http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/carmenelectra <![CDATA[Carmen Electra Gets Ellen Into Bed]]>
· Who needs writers when you have Carmen Electra, a pair of beds, and some pillows to hump? Not Ellen, that's who.
· A bigger impediment to one's game: being David Faustino, or having a giant dildo affixed to one's head?
· The Santarchy guys really need to crash the Beverly Center's Hunky Santa booth.
· New York may have found true reality TV love.
· The one about the vacationers and the toothbrush in the ass has always been our favorite urban legend.

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<![CDATA[Carmen Electra's Austrian Visa Revoked]]>
Even when your whole gig is being a hot chick, if the media starts assuming that you're going to show up naked to the opera, then you might have something of an image problem. Maybe it's time for Carmen Electra to hire a publicist, or if she's reluctant to make that kind of expenditure for a fading career, go with the cheaper option of hanging around with Pamela Anderson and boycotting buckets of fried chicken in the hope that some of her gravitas rubs off—there's still time to for an image correction before some reporter asks her, "So, Carmen, when you tour the White House today, are you planning on rimming the President?"

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