Coming up this week on DR. BLOGSTEIN’S RADIO HAPPY HOUR: the #1 most listened to comedy show on BlogTalkRadio (Live on Tuesday January 22nd at 9PM ET and forever archived at BlogTalkRadio.)

Paige Adams-Geller has perhaps the most important rear end in the fashion industry.

For years, as a fit model, her butt helped shape the clothing that women wear. Now, literally by the seat of her pants, the former Miss California has her own line of premium denim.

How does one make a career out of trying on clothing? What makes her ass different from all other asses? How can anyone feel comfortable in their own genes? We’ll get to the bottom of all that (pun very much intended) when “The Queen of Jeans” joins Dr. B and Dangerous Lee on the Radio Happy Hour. We’ll also give away a copy of her new book, Your Perfect Fit, to one lucky listener.

Then, Columbo’s great-niece and Radio Happy Hour favorite Samantha Falk returns with news of a controversial film project. Falk and actor Ross Tyler, her co-star, have both been cast in Memoirs of a Medicated Child, a movie that producer Tommy S. Parker continues to claim will star Britney Spears. Now, reports (here and here) are surfacing that the troubled pop star was never attached to or offered a role in the film. We’ll do our best to sort this complicated mess out.

All that, plus, Supreme Commander of the Cyberwaves Vinny Bond drags his Big Leather Couch into the Radio Happy Hour Lounge and chats live with the listeners, Justin the Weatherman aka J-Lo the Dance Instructor will try to remain racially sensitive and your calls at 646-652-4804

Join us live every Tuesday night at 9PM ET. The Radio Happy Hour Lounge-a live chat room during show time-is a whole new reason to make sure you listen live! It’s the show within the show!

But if you can’t and miss us live, we’re ALWAYS ON at www.DrBlogstein.com

Slow down, Britney! We can only handle one hillbilly train wreck at a time.

Its painfully obvious that you’re jealous that world’s media outlets have sent all their white trash correspondents to The Bahamas to cover the Anna Nicole case, but I think you’ve gotten desperate.

Its clear, you’ve run out of ideas. You should have spread your stunts out a little better than you have.

At just 25-years-old, you’ve already done it all. You’ve had your celebrity relationship with Justin Timberlake, your celebrity feud with Christina Aguilera, your sexual brush with a Limp Bizkit, a lesbian kiss with Madonna, a twenty-four-hour joke marriage and then a 2 year marriage to a joke, two babies (one of which was nearly dropped), two divorces, public nudity, public vomiting, one day stay in a rehab center, and now you’re bald.

This is either a desperate cry for help or a desperate cry for coverage. Either way, there’s not much more you can do now. You’ve done it all. Sadly, just as Anna Nicole discovered, dying is the only thing left to do to ensure the spotlight will be solely on you.

A word of warning though, something I’m not sure Anna Nicole fully understood, once you die you will not be able to watch the coverage unfold, nor will you be able to pose for the paparazzi.

It may come as a shock to many of you, but I enjoy when people log on and read what I have to say. I’m not writing this for my health. So, from time to time I think of ways to get the name “Dr. Blogstein” out there.

Sometimes I send spam emails and other times I take credit for crimes that I didn’t commit in the off chance that they say my name on the news. This week I decided to do what all attention starved wanna be celebrities do: I went partying without any underwear.

“Going Commando” has become a surefire way of getting some press–we’ve seen it recently with the daily Britney and Paris Crotch Watch Updates on gossip sites like Perez Hilton and Gawker–and I wanted in!

Well, its not as easy as I thought. First of all, I tried getting out of the back seat of a car numerous amount of times but not once was I exposed. Apparently, its a lot easier in a skirt, which I wasn’t about to try.

So I had to push the issue by “accidentally” leaving my fly open so something falls out as I exit a car. That worked, but the problem I then faced was there weren’t any photographers around. How do Paris and Britney get so lucky to have cameras around every time they make a mistake?!?

I’m going to have to revisit this plan. Stay tuned.

I’m also going to have to rethink this “freeballing” lifestyle. Its not as comfortable as its cracked up to be. For one thing, underwear serves as a nice layer of protection between you and the zipper. Rubbing up against those metal teeth is not my idea of comfort.

Underwear is also quite handy for when you want to wear khaki or any light color pants. Otherwise, every trip to the urinal has to end with a long and drawn out ceremonial dance to ensure that no drop remains when Little Johnny returns home.

And don’t get me started on wearing sweat pants to the gym. It would happen to you too had you been watching Ashley do those lunges!

In conclusion, I sit here hoping that you all learned something from this post. Admittedly, I’m not quite sure what lessons are hidden in these paragraphs but I would hate to think that I tell of these embarrassing tales without it having some educational benefit.