ESPN edited Justin Timberlake’s opening monologue after the singer/actor made a comment about Boston Celtics player Paul Pierce’s injured knee in Game 1 of the NBA Finals. In describing how Pierce quickly came back, Justin joked that Pierce was back on the court, “shucking and jiving.”

The comment, which was cut out of the broadcast that aired Sunday night, was met with silence from the crowd when the show taped on Wednesday.

Way to go JT.

Yung Berg felt the heat radiating from the blogsphere and has released a video of him apologizing to all the “dark butts” that he may have offended with his comments made on Shade45’s Lip Service. He does his best job to look pathetic and is almost as convincing as the hosts of 106 &Park when tragedy suddenly strikes.

Little does he know is that the damage is already done and plenty of chocolate sisters have already blacklisted [no pun] his stupid ass. YB needs to fall back and carry Ray J.’s weed until the production of Pokemon: The Movie gets cracking.

Dramatic, cunt. Over.

On Tuesday, the first day of testimony, jurors saw police photos that revealed a dark, caterpillar-shaped mole in the middle of Kelly’s lower back. But defense lawyer Sam Adam Jr. told jurors the sex videotape at the center of the case shows a man without a mole.

“Robert Kelly is not on that tape,” Adam said in his opening statement. On the tape, the man’s “back is illuminated, and there is no mole.”

As the jurors steeled themselves to watch what prosecutors insist is child pornography, technical staff tinkered with the equipment. Eventually, the tape played on a six-foot projection screen.

A flash of static passed across the screen and then there he was, a man whom prosecutors say is R. Kelly, sitting in a wood-paneled room, trying out his seat alone, miming the motions of sex.

The video shows a girl accepting money from the man before performing oral sex on him. She dances, naked, to a Backstreet Boys song. She urinates. She calls him “Daddy” while they have sex. Later, the man urinates and ejaculates on her. [source 1 +2]

Kelly looked sad as the tape played, frowning at the screen, tilting his head to one side and resting it on his hand. [Oh shit. - - Fresh]

Night night, keep your butt hole tight.

I’m still infuriated that he was fucking that girl to a Backstreet Boys song. That doesn’t make you larger than life, dick head. Get some N’Sync in your world.

File this one under when negroids have ideas that fail:

“A wedding was scheduled today and a visitor to that wedding service was found to be in possession of jail contraband so the wedding was canceled. The key that was found today easily opened handcuffs that we and other law enforcement officials use. Now the 29-year-old Brooklyn-born Papoose - real name Shamele Mackie - won’t be able to see his fiancée until November.

The visitor was sanctioned by not being able to visit Rikers Island again for six months. He was asked to leave. Papoose was not charged after he voluntarily surrendered the key to authorities. He was quickly ushered out of the jail and never got to enter the prison island’s Rose M. Singer chapel in which the two were set to say their “I do’s.

Riddle me this Batman: In the event that he was able to set his caged bird lady free, how in the blue fuck did he plan on sneaking Remy out of the clank without anyone noticing? Was he going to teleport that bitch out Tomorrow People style?

If Shamele only had a brain.

Mariah Carey was caught lip synching during her performance on Good Morning America earlier today. Her pre-recorded vocals started playing before she could open up her mouth! Dumb broad should have been paying more attention to what she was going on instead of trying to hit her MySpace angles for the camera.

Skip to around the 3 minute mark to check Mimikins bitch at her background singer on the sly. I love it, I fucking love it.

And if you run your mouth and tell your co-workers about this public slip-up, she will hunt you down.

[Thanks Chris]