<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, pat+obrien]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, pat+obrien]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/patobrien http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/patobrien <![CDATA[Let this be a lesson to all of you out there...]]> Let this be a lesson to all of you out there who suddenly realize everything you've devoted your professional lives to is worthless and destructive: Keep it to yourself! After Pat O'Brien fired off an e-mail to the ET and Insider staffs insisting their programming is making Middle America barf, he was swiftly beckoned to HQ, whereupon a mutually arrived decision "to part ways" came about, a rep for the show confirms. "We wish Pat much success." What's next for Pat? We hear Soap Network's Girlarrhea : The Search For The Last Pussycat Doll is looking for a host! [NY Daily News]

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<![CDATA[Drunk On Hope, Pat O'Brien Dials The Whole 'ET'/'Insider' Company]]> Duck-voiced veteran showbiz reporter Pat O'Brien will never fully escape the looming shadow of the Let's Get Crazy Get Some Coke voice mail, the shocking nasty-talk contained therein forever tarnishing the integrity of his fine work on countless fawning Jamie Foxx profiles and Anna Nicole Smith C-section video narrations. He entered rehab shortly after, then again in 2008, at which point Donny Osmond was pulled in to replace him—but after Osmond refused the position, O'Brien returned to his post. He's since seen his role on the show steadily diminish: His face and name have disappeared from the website, co-host Lara Spencer has now taken on full-time hosting duties, and O'Brien has been made a "correspondent," dispatched to far flung regions to interview those Guinness oddities The Insider loves so much, like the World's Anorexiest Twins and The Oklahoman Grandma with No Epidermis. From one of those assignments—he was sent to interview America's Most Caribou-Dressing-Illiterate VP Candidate Joe Biden—came the following e-mail, sent to the entire staff of ET and The Insider:

"Hi, folks, I just spent a couple of days in Iowa - I'm a little bit of a favorite son there - and I spoke with maybe a thousand people and was very hands-on. Even Joe Biden said, 'You should be running (for president)!' But what I came away with was, these people can't afford gas, books, food or schools or movies!

"I was approached a hundred times by people asking, 'Can you help us?' I tried to tell them we care, but they didn't buy it. They wanted to, but watching Anya and Lara [Spencer] pick out accessories makes the viewers want to vomit. I'll get killed for this, but I'm actually the one not afraid for my job. I want people to be happy." [...]

Of the e-mails, he explained to Page Six, "I'm trying to create a discourse. The American people want honesty. I just raged against the machine. We can change the world."

Yes We Can! While many might chalk this missive up to petty workplace politics, we prefer to think that O'Brien emerged from his tete-a-tete inside the Obama camp with legitimately renewed optimism for the power of a syndicated entertainment news magazines to save the world. Why squander their electronic pulpit with worthless advice on where to find affordable chunky knits for fall, then, when they could easily use that segment to focus on Brad Pitt's worthy adventures cruising through a flooded lower Texas in an airboat, ruminating out loud about affordable and lightweight housing construction?

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien No Longer Into Screaming Chicks, More Into Salty Chips]]> Who was that tall hobo you pitied grazing the munchie section of Gelson's the other day? Why, it was none other than recently rehabbed Pat O'Brien, fresh from his stint in rehab for what he and his rep liked to call "problems with alcohol." The bright-eyed and bushy-faced talking head was seen loading up on Pringles and M&Ms (does he have the munchies, too?). However, when a fan recognized him standing in line, he decided to bolt rather than stick around to see what was on her mind:

"At one point he was at the deli waiting for his number to be called, when a woman recognized him and started the whole "Oh my God," thing. Pat wanted no part of it and just bailed."

Pat was described by the source as looking "painfully, painfully thin with sunburned skin - 'bordering on scorched'", which leads us to believe that the fan in question may just have been a normal customer frightened for her life, not an autograph seeker. If we saw Patty scornfully waiting on line at the supermarket with chocolate crumbs dangling from his salt-and-cinnamon cookie duster, we'd start in with the "whole 'Oh my God'" thing too. Good luck getting better, Pat. Next time you're on a Pringle run, we'd advise picking up some moisturizer.

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<![CDATA[Quickly following Friday's announcement that...]]> pat-obrien-emmy-g.jpgQuickly following Friday's announcement that The Insider's Pat O'Brien was returning to rehab to re-exorcise the demons he previously beat back in early 2005 was the reappearance of the I'm Stuck in Rehab with Pat O'Brien blog, whose anonymous author also finds himself back in the same undisclosed recovery center through an incredibly unlucky twist of fate. Reports the blogger: "It seems Pat O'Brien is still under the impression that he's on Celebrity Rehab. At breakfast this morning Pat O'Brien asked me if I had had sex with Mary Carey yet. 'As soon as I see her I'm going to lock that up,' he said." We can only hope that O'Brien has learned from the clumsy, cameraphone-assisted romantic overtures that drove Daniel Baldwin from Rehab, and that his hallucinatory pursuit of Mary Carey doesn't result in the same kind of sobriety-challenging disappointment. [I'm Stuck in Rehab With Pat O'Brien]

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien's Dirty Messages]]> To mark The Insider host's return to rehab, we remember the man he once was: drunk, high, and horny. Here is one of the few remaining copies of the TV gossip monger's rambling voicemail, left for an unidentified woman, in which he suggests a threesome. (O'Brien had been linked romantically to Access Hollywood's Shaun Robinson.) O'Brien's latest story was, ironically, the death of Heath Ledger. The Insider, like many gossip shows, jumped to the conclusion that the Australian actor's death was connected to the use of illegal drugs; and was to have run video showing Ledger at a drugged-up Hollywood party, until other stars threatened to boycott the show. The sleazy Insider host, however, doesn't have such clout, or sympathy.

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<![CDATA[Riding The Voicemail With Pat O'Brien]]> "Hey, you got your incredibly hilarious, yet stereotype-riddled portrayal of a developmentally-disabled person in my coke and hookers!

"Hey, you got your coke and hookers all over my incredibly hilarious, yet stereotype-riddled portrayal of a developmentally-disabled person!"

"Hey, wait a minute! This speedball of mismatched sneakers, dialogue delivered at wildly fluctuating volumes, Bolivian marching powder, and the aforementioned sex professionals is fucking delicious!"

"I know!"

"Let's get fucking crazy!"

"Wheeeee!"

TVGasm caps their excellent Riding the Bus With My Sister coverage with the inevitable Roise-Pat mash-up.

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<![CDATA[Pat OBrien Televised RedemptionWatch: The Final Chapter]]> pat-obrien-tv.jpgIn what we hope will be the final installment in our tracking of Pat O'Brien's publicist-orchestrated, constantly-televised march from coked-up, horny-voicemailing boozehound to temporarily dry, Dr.Phil-approved, redeemed tabloid-TV host, a little gossipy squirrel told us that O'Brien will open his triumphant return to The Insider tonight with the words, "I'm Pat O'Brien and I'm an alcoholic." Once viewers have been properly prepared for having their living rooms converted into O'Brien's one-man AA meeting, O'Brien will then complete the transformation by reciting the Serenity Prayer. We're sure it will all be incredibly heart-warming, America will forgive him for getting caught wanting to party with hookers and blow, and O'Brien will finally return to the important work of pretending to enjoy himself while accompanying Gwyneth Paltrow on a trip to have her poodle groomed in Beverly Hills.

We're not even going to TiVo this one.

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien Survives Dr. Phil's Tough Love]]> obrien-drphil.jpgAfter breaking the news that Dr. Phil would have sit-down with a recently rehabbed Pat O'Brien, we felt somewhat obligated to actually watch the show. And? Even though Dr. Phil roughed up O'Brien for a while, there were no tears, no burly man-hugs, no Dr. Phil putting on steel-toed boots and kicking in O'Brien's grill until he promised he'd never take another drink. The show did have its moments, though, which are lovingly transcribed at Dr. Phil's website:

Pat: Everybody has a bottom. And I hit my bottom that horrible weekend in New York. Do I remember most of it? No. And that's where the bottom is. It was a weekend of fun, I thought, a weekend of drinking, which turned into a little bit of craziness.

Dr. Phil: This ended badly with you being on the cover of every tabloid and many of the newspapers in the country, so it was more than a little bit of craziness.


Pat: Right.

Dr. Phil: You go to a restaurant, you and your girlfriend, and you encounter this other woman ... So you're drinking and doing coke?

Pat: Small amount of coke, a lot of alcohol.

Dr. Phil: A small amount of coke is like being sort of pregnant.

Pat: It is a horrible, horrible drug.

We believe that the correct answer would be "Cocaine is a hell of a drug," but we're not going to quibble too much, since the good doctor did cut off O'Brien before he could claim that he only blasted coke up one nostril, and it wasn't the good shit anyway. In any event, O'Brien is appearing on Dr. Phil's show today and will return to his post on The Insider tonight, leaving the world to twiddle its thumbs until the inevitable, highly-entertaining relapse. Fingers crossed for a disputed credit-card charge at a shady Koreatown massage parlor!

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<![CDATA[Coachella: The Insider Wanders The Desert]]>
With Andy Dick allegedly getting a time-out for Coachella, the festival was going to need another larger-than-life personality to keep things around the Indio concert grounds at an acceptable level of "going fucking crazy." Luckily, one fucking-crazy-making man was up to the challenge, even if he was sober after a well-publicized drying-out stint. Says a reader, "Pat O'Brien was at Coachella, seemingly a day out of rehab. He came over and talked to me and my friends about how 'fucking pissed' he was that he missed the Stereophonics. He even posed for a pic with me."

It's a shame that O'Brien's already shot his primetime special with Dr. Phil, who now won't have the opportunity to punch O'Brien in the mouth and question the wisdom of a recovering addict hanging out in the desert with 50,000 opportunities to fall off the wagon.

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<![CDATA[Dr. Phil To Administer Televised Tough Love To Pat O'Brien]]> Just like we told you days ago, naughtytalking Insider host Pat O'Brien trust-fell straight out of rehab and right into the burly, tough-lovin' arms of Oprah's in-house philosopher, Dr. Phil, just in time for sweeps:

This didn't take long: Pat O'Brien, fresh from rehab, will have to face Dr. Phil next week in a prime-time CBS special. Dr. Phil McGraw will "confront O'Brien about the incidents that led up to his stay in the recovery program, the issues he faced while in treatment and the stories about his personal life that made headline news," CBS said Friday.

O'Brien will talk about how he will deal with his colleagues when he returns to work and how to approach life without alcohol, CBS said.

We imagine that O'Brien gained some valuable life skills during his time in rehab and has been given a carefully calibrated outpatient program of hookers, blow, and "fucking going crazy" that will ensure his continuing sobriety.

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien Televised RedemptionWatch]]> Leave a filthy message after the beep. BEEP.Now that Pat O'Brien, America's modern master of the seductive voicemail message, has finally exited rehab, he's going to do what all disgraced celebrities with access to the sweeps airwaves do: begin a televised redemption tour to convince the viewing public that's he's free of the demons that landed him there. According to that pesky squirrel with the unicorn horn that keeps CrazyTalking in our ear, O'Brien's prime-time confessional ratings-extravaganza with Dr. Phil will air next Wednesday on CBS (gotta keep it in the Viacom family, yo), the two will hug and yell some more on Dr. Phil's daytime show Thursday, and O'Brien will return to his celeb-diddling Insider fiefdom that night. The fucking-going-crazy, drugs, and hookers, we assume, will follow shortly thereafter. But not the booze, as the Devil's party-juice is a no-no for Promises alumni trying to get back on TV.

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<![CDATA[Defamer CrazyTalk: Pat O'Brien, Sweeps Savior?]]> [Ed.note—We're bumping this post up and dragging it into today's news, for we truly hate it when CrazyTalk is lost during the afternoon commute. Also, has the NY Post heard some CrazyTalk as well?]

We know it's a little late in the day* for any Defamer CrazyTalk™, and we're totally riffing here, but wouldn't it be five flavors of awesome if Pat O'Brien, ruddy-faced and clean as a whiskey-free whistle after a month of rehab, was getting ready to shoot a primetime special with Dr. Phil that would air next week during sweeps, and would precede a triumphant, sweepstastic comeback to The Insider? Yes, that would be awesome, but that's just CrazyTalk™—you know, like all that stuff about how O'Brien headed to rehab at precisely the same time those sexy phonecalls hit the internet. Please, don't listen to us, we've been hitting the Vicodin for a good hour now, and who knows what we'll say next. Hey, is that a squirrel with a unicorn horn? We gotta go catch that little guy and see if he wants a cocktail!

[*Originally posted around 5:30 pm 4/25, just so you don't think we've totally lost our minds to the Vic and can no longer differentiate between morning and early evening.]

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien Probably Lies About His Handicap]]> pat-loves-brad.jpgHere's what we've learned in the days since Pat O'Brien's self-exile to rehab, which probably has nothing at all to do with the voicemails of the smooth operator eloquently seducing a female acquaintance: People who claim that they used to work with him are delighted that he's finally been served such a public comeuppance. Bask in Schadenfraude as a former colleague gleefully maligns O'Brien's golf game:

The last time I saw Pat O'Brien was in the 90s. I was practicing my golf game at the Studio City par three course driving range. O'Brien made a grand entrance, trying to communicate with body language that a superstar was among the peons. Then he started trying to execute shots with a 9 iron. He was absolutely the worst golfer I ever saw. None of his attempts was anywhere close to what a good golfer would hope to see. Most of his shots were dreadful shanks or pathetic dribblers. Which is all well and good, but O'Brien kept trying to milk praise from everyone around him. "Wow! Look at that!" he would say repeatedly, "Great shot!" he would proclaim, hoping someone would be dumb enough to agree with him. But nobody was dumb enough to fall for it.

We really hope that O'Brien didn't choose the golf course as his "happy place" as he languishes in rehab. That kind of tragedy would be too much to bear.

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<![CDATA[Breakfast With Pat O'Brien]]> Join us as we rub the sleep from our eyes, spread some garlic-herb cream cheese on a bagel, and spend our breakfast with updates about rehabbing Insider host/world champion sexy-talker Pat O'Brien. Here, O'Brien uses his silver tongue to charm a colleague:

A source tells us he used to refer to a gay African-American senior producer at "Access Hollywood" as "the Fruit Monkey." To his face.

If O'Brien's is indeed hiding out in rehab until all of this blows over, we might not see him for a while. We'd suggest that he escape to somewhere a little less media-saturated, like the jungles of Africa, but we suspect that he'd probably just find himself taunted by tribesman who gather outside his hut and giggle, "You are soooo fucking hot!" all night, then try to bum some blow.

Related: As we'd hoped, Relapsin' Whitney Houston has landed in imaginary rehab with O'Brien. Wackiness ensues.

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<![CDATA[Stuck in Rehab with Pat O'Brien: The Blog]]> pat-obrien2.jpgThe internet once again yields one of its ephemeral, ripped-from-the-headlines entertainments, as the I'm Stuck in Rehab With Pat O'Brien blog is born.

Monday, March 21, 2005
A new resident arrived today. He showed up during group time when "Tony" was talking about the poodle he had when he was a boy. Again. [..]

"Hey, folks! I'm Pat O'Brien."

"Hi, Pat O'Brien," a few of us answered back.

"We encourage residents to avoid using last names," Sheryl Anne told him.

"Hey, folks!" Pat O'Brien said. "Coming up next: Find out what famous entertainment show host has checked himself out of the limelight and into rehab."

"Well, I wonder who it could be?" "Debbie" asked.

"I think it's him," "Tony" said, pointing to Pat O'Brien.

Later: O'Brien collapses when he discovers that Wake Forest has been eliminated from the NCAA Tournament.

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<![CDATA[Pat O'Brien Update: Fewer F-Bombs, But Just As Disturbing]]> A couple of days after The Insider host/voicemail sexy-talker Pat O'Brien's fortuitously timed "trip to rehab," the gossip sheets have dug up some interesting, if violently stomach-turning, tidbits:

· Page Six: O'Brien's girlfriend's ex-husband has a "compromising photograph" of O'Brien "pleasuring himself." Somewhat less disgusting is an e-mail "blueprint" for having an affair with O'Brien.

· Gatecrasher: At one particularly busy party, O'Brien licked Access Hollywood host Nancy O'Dell's face and took a handful of reporter Shaun Robinson's hindquarters. O'Brien also allegedly told a gay male producer to "bend over" as a "gift" to him, and on a different, equally classy occasion, allegedly stretched out on the producer's sofa and asked him, "What would you do if I masturbated in front on you?"

· There may be other incidents in these items, but we can't bear anymore. Click the links and sacrifice your own breakfast.

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<![CDATA[Defamer Crazy Talk: Pat O'Brien Hiding Out In Rehab? UPDATE]]> Apparently, Pat O'Brien is just like the rest of us and requires at least a bottle of Wild Turkey to get through an episode of The Insider, as the host has checked into rehab to battle an alcohol problem. O'Brien slipped a written statement announcing his dry vacation to the AP on Sunday and disappeared into the ether. Lest you worry that his absence will cripple the celebrity salad-tossing capabilities of the show, Lara Spencer, a woman we've never heard of, will fill in while O'Brien's away. In a word: Whew.

Now that we've dispensed with the informational part of this post, it's time to indulge in some cynical, borderline-insane speculation. Strap on your tinfoil helmets, grab a handful of tasty crayons, and join us for some Defamer Crazy Talk , will you?

Isn't it weird that O'Brien's taking his little trip just as a series of voicemails that allegedly feature O'Brien (or someone that sounds a lot like him) reciting his most creepily detailed erotic overtures for a female acquaintance (over and over and over again) have been spreading via e-mail? We've heard the voicemails, (and so have many readers, apparently), and let's just say that they feature language that would make the writers of Deadwood suggest that the potty-mouth responsible lay off the f-bombs. But, you know, we don't know for sure that it's O'Brien's voice, despite a little tale circulating with the voicemails about how O'Brien and the lucky lady on the receiving end of his phone naughties met. And even if it were O'Brien, he probably wouldn't go hide in rehab until the whole non-thing blew over. Nah, The Insider wouldn't roll like that. That's just Crazy Talk .

UPDATE: Hyperthryoidic brother site Screenhead has the voicemails for your listening pleasure. Warning: You may swear off sex (or, at the very least, leaving "sexy" voicemails) forever.

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