On Monday we learned that Pete Doherty is not above flipping girlfriends faster than he changes clothes, and while he still hasn't figured out how to stay out of trouble, the British courts haven't figured out a way to lock him up, even for 82 minutes.

Tuesday brought us back-to-back fashion faux pas: We forced ourselves to view the five-and-dime fashions of House of Dereon. Mama Knowles reminded us all of Michael Myers, but the realization that we probably won't find them at Neiman Marcus let us sleep at night.

Then, like a bad rash that keeps cropping up, along came Fergie, butterface and all, and blew us all out of the water with her hideous, high-waisted purple pants. Clown school, anyone?

Pete Doherty came back for another visit on Wednesday with his cracked out kitty cat.

And lastly, on Thursday we pondered the great mystery of the floral print shirtdress and why muscular girls with bad posture should stick to gym attire.

It's the weekend - TGIFF, Boshonians! If you're going out to toss a couple back, hoist one for me, and whatever you do, don't drink and drive. You're not famous enough to get away with it.