<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, sarah larson]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, sarah larson]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/sarahlarson http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/sarahlarson <![CDATA[Need a New Car? Let George Clooney Hit You From Behind]]> Though he can usually be found perched upon his yacht in the still, blue waters of Lake Como, even a movie star like George Clooney must occasionally climb inside a car like a common plebe. When he does, accidents happen (though none on the level of Ocean's Twelve), and they could happen to you — that is, if you're an unnamed woman in Pennabilli, Italy. According to Showbiz Spy, Clooney recently rear-ended the woman (ahem) and he made it up to her in a major way:

Clooney accepted the blame for the incident - and made the generous gesture of giving her a brand new car.

When the woman went to collect her vehicle from the repairers, she discovered the movie star had splashed out $28,000 on a new replica of her Lancia Ypsilon model.

And he had even left her a note of apology on the windscreen, saying: "I'm so sorry. Hope you'll forgive me. George Clooney."

Meanwhile, ex-girlfriend Sarah Larson inhaled sharply on her Camel Light, muttering, "He gave me the exact same goddamned note, Unnamed Woman — and if I got a car for every time I got rear-ended in Italy, you think I'd have to settle for Playboy and a stint on Fear Factor?"

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<![CDATA[George Clooney, Unsexiest Dancer Alive]]> That sand-diving, levitating make-out partner Sarah Larson has gone ahead and surprised us again. Ever since those racy photos from her pre-George days pleasantly shocked us a bit, we could always count on the Vegas hostess to say or do something not so intelligent and turn our frowns upside down. From showering Clooney’s home with scented candles to pouting over defamatory voice messages on George’s answering machine, Larson never failed to please. And the bobble-headed minx has done it again. When asked by Hello! what exactly she adored about George, she lists some yawn-worthy traits like humor(!), kindness(!), and famewhore enabling(!), but the one thing Sarah says she loved most about the guy who spent most of their relationship on crutches? His “dance moves.” Of course. Because judging by these photos of Clooney busting a move, those “interpretive” lessons he took a few years ago really paid off.

To be fair, George isn't exactly showing off those dance moves Sarah is so enamored with in these shots, but one would think you can judge a man's skills based on the way they jog (far left), stumble out of bars (second to left), waltz down a red carpet (center), "pretend dance" for magazine covers (top right), and point their pinkies out for the cameras. Despite Gayle King assuring us that he's "very good" after her impromptu boogie with Clooney a few months ago, it sounds like George has the most fun showing off his moves in the company of men. Which isn't surprising, considering his devastating free-for-all country bumpkin dance-a-thon in O Brother Where Art Thou, a dance sequence so painful to watch, we nearly lost our lust for both George and the Brothers Coen.

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<![CDATA[The Old Clooney And The Sea]]>

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Popular actor George Clooney began his break up recovery process by taking a boat ride near his Italian Villa. Clooney's friend thought that the recovery process was going to be something a little different than a simple boat trip. Clooney's friend said, "I appreciate the trip to Italy and all, but I thought we were going to be doing something different, you know?" Clooney asked what he thought that they were going to be doing instead of being one with nature and relaxing. The friend said that he assumed the recovery process was going to be filled with drugs, kegs and girls. Clooney said, "No girls, right now. Just nature and good wine and good food, but mostly good wine. That's what we need this weekend. Next weekend, there will be girls, but that's only because the Ocean's guys are going to be out here. No offense, but you're married. And worse, you haven't been on the beautiful people list."

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<![CDATA[Clooney Super Fan Almost Finished With 'Women Of Clooney' Scrapbook]]>

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A George Clooney superfan got one step closer to finishing his scrapbook featuring signatures of the Good Night & Good Luck actor/director's former flames. Kevin Marr of Reseda started the book merely as a joke amongst friends in his divorced men group, but took on a life of its own. Marr said, "When I started to Google and Wikipedia things, I realized that the ole Cloonester is a major poon hound like me. So, I had to pay my respects to the maestro."

Marr began seriously pursue the autographs sometime in 2006 when his pool cleaning business fell apart, and the new hobby has taken him all over the world. Wednesday's autograph from Clooney's recent ex-girlfriend, Sarah Larson, has brought him one step closer to completion (that is, until Clooney dates again). Marr said, "I have mixed feelings about George settling down. A part of me wants him to keep on going on until he can't do it anymore. Then the other part of me wants him to stop because I can't spend all this money flying all over the place to meet with some girl that Clooney may have made out with on the set of Return Of The Killer Tomatoes." After Larson signed his scrapbook, Marr unsuccessfully asked Larson for a date to Spumoni.

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<![CDATA[Boob-Job Shocker! Model/Escort Sarah Larson May Have Opted To Surgically Increase Chest Size!]]> In a breaking celebrity-dumpee cup-enlargement stunner, In Touch Weekly is reporting that Sarah Larson, the woman who spent one year as George Clooney's girlfriend before being unceremoniously relieved of all arm-candy-tendering services, was actually recovering from breast enhancement surgery when she received the life-changing news. They report:

George Clooney broke up with his model girlfriend, Sarah Larson, shortly after she had a breast augmentation in mid-May. Was surgery the final straw in their already fractured relationship?

“George really didn’t want her to get the boob job,” an insider says. But she needed a place to rest after the operation. “She asked George if she could do her recovery at his house and he agreed,” says the insider. Despite the split, the 29-year-old former cocktail waitress is pleased with her new look

“She likes her new body so much that she would consider posing for Playboy,” says a friend.

If true, the elective surgery would be just the latest active measure taken by the former Nevada cocktail-dispensation engineer towards increased visibility, and as such would fit in nicely with the widely accepted theory that Clooney was growing uncomfortable with her steadily growing stature. Now, join us, won't you, for an image gallery of famous boob-jobs that broke up classic Hollywood relationships. Just kidding. We really couldn't give a fuck.

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<![CDATA[Unlike Rest Of World, Sarah Larson Shocked To Learn She Was Little More Than Clooney Arm Candy]]> Even though she spent nearly a year silently standing by George Clooney's side at movie premieres and on jaunts to the United Nations, it seems that Sarah Larson forgot the first rule about Being George Clooney's Girlfriend. Namely, you do not talk about Being George Clooney's Girlfriend. Just days after her extensive interview with Harper's Bazaar hit the stands — one in which she confessed that "I don't think [George] has any trouble getting anything he wants" — she suddenly and quickly found herself on the receiving end of that maxim. Unfortunately for her, she learned that what Clooney wanted was for her to give back his garage door opener and hitchhike her way back to Vegas. Now, details have begun to emerge from the Larson camp about their breakup, ones that predictably cast a sympathetic light on the comely sandworm emulator. Serving as part of a vast right-wing conspiracy against noted lefty Clooney, Fox News reports:

“She thought they were getting married. Instead, she got dumped,” a friend said. “She’s really upset. Devastated.”

As things got serious with Clooney, Larson had moved into his Los Angeles mansion, subletting her home in Las Vegas. Tongues wagged that she might be "the one" when he took her to the Oscars this year.

"She’s totally heartbroken and doesn’t deserve this,” a friend said. “It came out of nowhere. They had made all these plans.”

Turns out those plans called for little more than Larson to find the nearest WiFi hotspot, enabling her to surf Yellowpages.com to find the number of a local U-Haul with an available truck. You see, Clooney has a history of dating women that are young, pretty and anonymous. From Celine Balitran to Krista Allen, once people in the fly-over states begin to recognize the name of the girl who he's schtupping, history and habit dictates that Clooney lowers the boom on them. And although we're pretty positive that The Charming One will never publicly address the reasons behind the breakup, we're pretty sure that her sketchy past and the anonymous phone calls left on Clooney's visual voicemail didn't help her cause much.

So fare thee well, Sarah Larson. We're confident that The Maloofs will take you back. We look forward to the next time you refresh our drink at The Palms.

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<![CDATA[Tired Of Sex]]>
· From clingy dresses to canine masturbation, from mean-spirited reviews to disappointed Cosmo swillers doling out handjobs, we found ourselves oversexed in our city.
· The same cannot be said for Clay Aiken — he's pregnant!
· We were accused of being part of an "extraordinary smear campaign" after passing along a tip about Dan Aloni's alleged angry outburst on the Fox lot.
· Angelina Jolie gave birth to two lovely, genetically perfect children named Isla Marcheline and Amelie Jane. Wait, no she didn't. That left Entertainment Tonight paying the ultimate price.
· George Clooney bought Sarah Larson a one way ticket to Dumpsville.
· Lindsay Lohan's lesbian love was generously endorsed by Michael Lohan.
· Ben Silverman forgot to sync his Blackberry, enraging Ari Emmanuel [sic].
· We found out Kirsten Dunst wasn't drunk or drugged, just depressed. Then her pants caught fire.
· Sharon Stone got bit by the karma chameleon.
· The season finale of 'Lost' left us all wondering who's in the casket? Hint: he feels good!
· 50 Cent pulled a Left Eye (allegedly).
· We saved you $150K.
· Rachel [sic] Ray was in hot pursuit of extra virgins in the afterlife.
· We wept a little on the inside when Bill Murray's halo was tarnished.
· The End Of Ideas train kept plowing forward, picking up motormouth cops and ouija boards along the way.
· ScarJo CloneGate!
· We paid tribute to the dearly departed Sydney Pollack and Harley Korman (and angered a number of humor-challenged readers along the way).
· The next time we end up drunk in Tijuana, we are definitely getting that Patrick Swayze Centaur tattoo.

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<![CDATA[Vegas Bartendress Fails To Tame Bucking Bachelor Bronco George Clooney]]> Call us incurable romantics, but something about the pairing of Hollywood elder statesman George Clooney and Sarah Larson—the Phish-loving, sandworm-emulating Ginger to his Fred—seemed to us more than your standard, fly-by-night arm-candy operation. This was a girl who inspired in George acts of chivalry previously thought not possible—on one occasion requiring him to come nearly to fisticuffs with a physically imposing margarine-spokesman just to protect her privacy. Yes, we naively predicted these two crazy kids would find a way to muddle through, in road rash and in health. We were wrong:

George Clooney has broken up with Sarah Larson after nearly a year of dating.
According to a friend of Sarah's, the Leatherheads star recently moved out of his LA home while the 29-year-old former Las Vegas cocktail waitress removed her belongings. "George is relieved to be single again," says an insider. "He thinks Sarah is sweet and that is why it was so hard to break up with her." [...]

"The truth is that they had little in common and he just doesn't want to be tied down," explains the insider. George's rep told In Touch: "I can only confirm that we have never commented on George's personal life."

One can only imagine how painful that last, longing glance backwards was for the young, comely Larson, her arms loaded down with two beach bags full of gritty bikini components, massage oils, and European fashion magazines, as she called out behind her, "Goodbye lovingly tended shrine to Max the pig! Goodbye Villa Oleandra and its dedicated pizza room! Goodbye Wii bowling tournaments in Secretary General Ban Ki-moon's office after Darfur press conferences! And goodbye, George. I think I'll miss your new smile most of all."

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<![CDATA[What Harper’s Bazaar Wants You to Know About George Clooney’s Girlfriend]]> In the next issue of Harper's Bazaar, George Clooney's sand-loving girlfriend Sarah Larson gets the profile treatment. What follows is a list of things we learned by reading it:
· Sarah Larson was once on Fear Factor, where her crowning achievement was “eating” a scorpion. (When, in fact, she put it in her mouth then spit it into a bucket, which one can only assume is how she eats all her food.)

· She toured the country following the band Phish, making bracelets and sandwiches to trade for gas money. (Although Harper’s fails to mention what she traded for spending money.)

· She studied microbiology (pot?) at Evergreen State College (pot school) and worked in the school’s lab (presumably making pot).

· In 2002, Larson moved to Las Vegas to be close to her ailing father. Who lived in Palm Springs. 300 miles away. Because family's always there when you need them, sort of.

· After working at a homeopathic medical company (need I say pot?), Larson “discovered” that she could make a lot more money working at the Playboy Club. Yes, just as Columbus discovered the New World, so Sarah Larson discovered that jiggling her junk pays well: "It's funny, you go into cocktailing and you're making a thousand dollars a night.” Yeah, that’s what they call it.... cocktailing.....

· Larson had a boyfriend when she first met Clooney (apparently while cocktailing) but had totally lost that chump by the time she tracked Clooney down at the Vegas premiere of Ocean’s Thirteen in 2007. Hooray for happy accidents.

· She was attracted to Clooney because of his work in Darfur. Not his wealth, or fame, or good looks. All she could think about while wrapping her cooch around a pole in Vegas was, “I just want a man who cares about the struggle of the Sudanese people.”

· George has introduced Her Arm Candiness to the Dalai Lama. We’re sure the holy one took well to, “Cool robe thingie. It looks yellow, but it’s kinda orange too. Do you like Rock of Love?”

· She was scared to leave behind a steady income as a cocktail waitress to focus on modeling. Because giving up your shitty job can be tough when a movie star’s taking care of you. And at almost 30, it’s never too late to pick up a career like modelling, right?

· Larson has taken to following The Secret to get what she wants out of life. Hopefully there’s a chapter about nailing down your movie star boyfriend before he gets bored and puts you back on the plexiglass stripper platform where he found you.

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<![CDATA[The Clooney Charm May Have Met Its Match]]>

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While making their way into The Metropolitan Museum Of Art Costume Institute Annual Gala, George Clooney once again attempted to work the patented "Clooney Charm" on frequent co-star/longtime friend Julia Roberts. Clooney tried convincing Roberts that a little post-party romp would be in her best interest, going as far as to add in that his gal pal, Sarah Larson, is way, way into her. When Julia Roberts rebuffed him, he concluded his plea with the statement, "Come on, you used to be so cool. What happened?" Roberts replied, "Having three kids made me uncool, George." George nodded, then turned to Sarah and whispered, "What about the Olsen Twins? I think we could do that, yeah?"

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<![CDATA[How To Date A Movie Star, By Sarah Larson]]> If the Learning Annex on Wilshire ever launches a course for cocktail waitresses looking to nab themselves a movie star, we would like to recommend Sarah Larson to teach the class. George Clooney's sand-diving arm candy is truly talented when it comes to catching the attention of impossible-to-land bachelors, and as she revealed in an interview with her hometown paper today, all it takes is a reenactment of those infamous soft-core porny photos she took. While most of us thought Larson caught Clooney's eye at his Ocean's 13 premiere, it turns out the couple may have met on the very same night Larson was snapped levitating and biting her girlfriend's butt. More words of wisdom and fairy tales come true from Sarah after the jump.

It seems that Larson and Clooney's love story actually began three or four years ago at George's birthday party in Las Vegas, where Larson says she was "with some friends. We were all dancing, taking pictures, being silly." In Larson's case, "taking pictures" and "being silly" tends to mean styling her own Penthouse spread with girl-on-girl action and plenty of You Caught Us! poses and kissy faces. But apparently that was all it took to catch Clooney's attention, and the star instructed his on-call detectives to look up her place of work and track her down. One month later he was inviting her to Italy and now, she's even met his parents. So there you have it. Dating a movie star is not as difficult as it sounds; all it takes is one eye-catching rack and one friend to feel you up in your star of choice's line of sight to launch your own fable worthy of Hans Christian Anderson.

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<![CDATA[A Week Of False Terribles]]>
As we put this week to bed, it's time to reflect, project, deflect and genuflect on the week that was...
· Big week for Gorgeous George Clooney. His passion project, Leatherheads,
disappointed at the box office
(twice!), he was on the receiving end of a threatening phone call and his sand-loving girlfriend turned his bachelor pad into Yankee Candle outlet. Ah, who are we kidding? He can still pull digits with the best of 'em.
· Ellen Page butched it up on Leno and may (or may not!) have dissed Hanoi Jane.
· Certainly, Tom Cruise has had better weeks. MGM tried to spin Valkyrie's second release date pushback as a B.O. ploy, but we knew better.
· Artie Lange and Charlton Heston both had shitty weeks, too. Artie resigned from the Howard Stern Show and Charlton, well, he died.
· The hackiest hack that ever hacked, Uwe Boll, found himself on the wrong end of an online petition that might just end his career (fingers crossed!). Howevs, he was able to leverage the power of the internet to fight back ... twice!
· It was Musical Chairs week at Hollywood's biggest talent agencies. Bob DeNiro bolted from CAA (spurring a hilarious poison pen post from the Death Star), Nick Stevens led one of "the biggest agent migrations in years" when he bolted from UTA to Endeavor and a finch with a mean streak wreaked havoc at CAA shortly after Ashton Kutcher became the agency's newest client.
· Teri Hatcher and Clint Black learned that they're both better off sticking with their day jobs.
· After publicly (and somewhat shadily) announcing that he and his wife were victims of an alleged extortion attempt by his nanny, Rob Lowe displayed the keen ability to turn an adjective into a noun when he coined the term "false terribles."

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<![CDATA[Sarah Larson Refashions George Clooney's Home Into Something Resembling The 'View' Set]]> Last night was a special one as NBC's Thursday night primetime players officially made their post-strike return, and we hope for Sarah Larson's sake that George Clooney wasn't watching. As many of you will recall, Jan and her implants made a nightmarish appearance on The Office, dousing Michael's condo with scented candles and every other kind of annoying "feminine touch" imaginable. And as a source tells OK!, Clooney's arm candy is guilty of the same behavior while George is sadly still promoting box office dud Leatherheads out of town:

"It's still very much George's place, but she's got her clothes there and she thought [Jo Malone scented candles and fresh flowers] would be nice."
But how does the Norton-y actor feel about all the girly smells wafting through his home?

According to OK! George is simply delighted. As Clooney is fond of reminding the entire world, he once had a pet pig named Max. A pet pig! Because he's quirky! And though Max is now trotting around Celebrity Pet Heaven, his aura still lingered in the form of odd smells. And Clooney "has been joking to his hotelier friend Rande Gerber that finally his home...smells good!" We just hope Sarah and her cocktail waitress friends don't go too wild shooting Penthouse-esque photos and levitating above fireplaces, leading to a scented candle inferno.

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<![CDATA[Anonymous Phone Caller Leaves Unwanted Dating Advice On George Clooney's Voicemail]]> A word of advice to the legions of women seeking to disrupt George Clooney's latest extended fling with former cocktail waitress / sand enthusiast Sarah Larson: if you're planning on placing an anonymous phone call to George with the intent of disparaging his ladyfriend, make sure to use a pre-paid cell phone. Because even with the help of his cop/chauffeur's detective skills, Clooney was unable to track the hushed threats that were recently left on his voicemail, threats that apparently came from a rent-a-phone. On them, the anonymous caller ranted, "Dude, your friends asked me to give you a message: Dump the bitch before you're sorry!" The golden couple's reaction, plus reports from an alleged ex revealing Larson's penchants for "love potions", after the jump.

In a too-close-for-comfort profile in this week's New Yorker, Clooney apparently plays the message for both a reporter and Larson for the first time. Her insta-defense? "I've never been a stripper. You know, just because I'm from Las Vegas, I must be a stripper. Because I'm a cocktail server, that means I'm an escort." Whoa, Sarah! This guy didn't drop the prostitute bomb, but thanks for reminding us of your skill set. And Clooney, who quipped, "It's not a prank - none of my friends would do that," may not care how many cocktails she served back in the day considering the games Larson likes to allegedly play in the bedroom. A "rock musician" named Tommy McKaughan is dishing to The Sun about the pair's extracurriculars: "She made up special love potions and rubbed them into every part of my body...She loves nothing more than getting naked in a forest." Yeah, we'd let that "investigation" run cold too if we were dating a sand-loving forest nymph like Sarah, too.

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<![CDATA["George Clooney's Girlfriend Is A Slut"]]> Welcome back to Missdemeanors, in which we issue virtual wrist-slaps to popular gossip bloggers for Crimes Against Womanity. This week? Women are sluts, look like dudes, are probably on line for abortions and should get AIDS. Another great week of "writing" on the internet! The offenders, their crimes and sentences, after the jump.









Since it the internet is so awash in misogyny and woman-bashing that it's like we're living in the dark ages, this week all sentences will be medieval torture techniques. Fun and educational!

The Accused: IDontLikeYouInThatWay
The Crime: Use of the oh-so handy "slut" label.
The Evidence: "George Clooney's Girlfriend Is A Slut: One day this chick doesn't mind getting dry humped on camera, the next she's a demure flower on the red carpet. Why the sudden change? Was it true love's first kiss? Did George Clooney fill her empty heart? 'Oh, and he's really rich and famous,' Sarah Larson added. 'Don't forget rich.'" So yeah. What does it matter that Sarah Larson's been photographed Last Nights Party-style? So have lots of girls. Also, calling someone you don't know a slut on the internet is immature, stupid and makes you look like and idiot. Cut it out. Also? Women are complex. Deal with it.
The Sentence: The Judas Cradle.

The Accused: WWTDD?
The Crime: Getting on Miss England's case; calling her fat.
The Evidence: "She says, 'It's what I was born to do - posing for the camera. And as I keep saying, I love my body. People seem desperate to get me to say that I don't, that deep down I'm not happy and would rather be thin, but the fact is I wouldn't change myself at all. Do I have fat days? Of course, but what woman doesn't!' I think the difference being Chloes fat days are more commonly known as, 'Monday-Sunday.'" Miss England, Chloe Marshall, is a lot of things: Brave, confident, 5 foot 10 and recently signed to a modeling agency. She is not, however, fat.
The Sentence: Foot roasting.

The Accused: Hollywood Tuna
The Crime: Calling a supermodel a man.
The Evidence: "I know I rip on Gisele Bundchen a lot, but even I've got to admit she's looking pretty hot here at the launch of the Vogue Eyewear Play Everyday Campaign in that tight dress of hers. And that's hard for me to admit considering I'm not into dudes." Please, that woman does not look like a man. And this isn't even "funny."
The Sentence: The Heretic's Fork.

The Accused: Your friend, Drunken Stepfather
The Crime: Bashing Miley Cyrus (again), wishing disease on Audrina Patridge.
The Evidence: "I guess one of the good things about 15 year old girls is that they don't have cellulite like they will when they actually become women, but they are so annoying when all they want to watch is Hannah Montana reruns, especially when they are Hannah Montana... bitch is probably the next in line for an abortion at the on studio abortion clinic they are rockin' over at Disney and this bitch and her crooked smile don't have shit on the 15 year old girls I see out in clubs..."
Additional Evidence: (Audrina Patridge gets a tattoo) "The only hope we have is that the needle is tainted and she gets herself some AIDS and the good news is that she's enough of a slut to make that happen on her own, without dirty needles." You don't need me to explain why all of this is distasteful, derogatory, misogynist, degrading, demeaning and malicious. And yeah, we're going to keep writing about DS, because someone keeps paying him to post stuff like this. It's wrong, and people should know that.
The Sentence: Being flayed alive.

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<![CDATA[Of Course He Pulled It Off]]>

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That cocksure smile of George Clooney says what we're all thinking. Namely, Clooney Sandwich.

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<![CDATA[Newly Surfaced Evidence Suggests George Clooney's Girlfiend Enjoys The Taste Of Sand And Magazines]]> Spotted frequently at George Clooney's side, little is known about the actor's comely and seemingly demure girlfriend Sarah Larson, an oversight finally corrected by Star Magazine in a blistering exposé entitled "Sarah Larson's Sin City Secrets." Described as a "former go-go dancer," the leading supermarket news source soberly goes on to report that "evidence of her wild escapades has been spilling out of Sin City like quarters from a slot machine!" Exhibit A: The 2007 photo above, from lastnightsparty.com, in which Larson is seen giving her dead-on impression of a Dune sandworm, moments after emerging from its subterranean lair to feast on a meal of sand plankton (as represented by a glossy magazine and actual sand). Think that's amazing? Wait until you see Exhibit B, in which Larson appears to levitate right off the ground—a stunning illusion achieved using nothing more than some powerful inner-thigh strength and the hips of a nearby patron. It's after the jump.

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