<![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, twittergate]]> http://tags.gawker.com/assets/base/img/thumbs140x140/gawker.com.png <![CDATA[Gawker: defamer, twittergate]]> http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/twittergate http://gawker.com/tag/defamer/twittergate <![CDATA[Because This Never Gets Old: More Ashton And Demi Peacemaking Videos]]> We're thrilled to bring you yet more footage from the Ashton Kutcher/Demi Moore joint project no one wanted, He's Just Not That Into the Neighbors' Banging—sort of What Happens in Vegas meets Deck the Halls.

Sensing that the narrative required a redemptive climax—perhaps set to a soul-stirring Peter Gabriel classic—Kutcher took a clue from the Cusackian playbook, and held aloft a sign for the besmirched construction workers next door as "In Your Eyes" blasted through his deck speakers. (It's unfortunately illegible, but we like to imagine it reads, "IM SORRY I CALLED YOU OWL FECES.") Then he and Demi throw them Vitamin Waters, the camera cutting off seconds after a Power-C Dragonfruit bonks one on the head and sends him tumbling three floors to a gruesome death. Oh well. It's the thought that counts.


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<![CDATA[Ashton Kutcher Tweets Olive Branch In Escalating Neighbor Stand-Off]]> Realizing posting foul-mouthed, fowl-pooped rants against his neighbor mightn't have been the gentlemanly thing to do (particularly considering construction of the Kutcher/Moore Cougar Den took a solid decade to complete), Kelso has tweeted an apologia.

Watch now as Ashton has a cooler-head moment, only to be interrupted by a phone call from Demi, who's simultaneously tweeting her phoning of Ashton while he Twitters his treaty. That veil of celebrity mystique? They wipe their asses with it. Then they Twitter that.

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