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Wherein we invite our heretical readers to tie themselves to humpy E! gossip-Grand Inquisitor Ted Casablanca's wooden stake and submit to the purifying flames of his righteous blind items. Submitted for your guessing game pleasure is today's installment of the continuing, coke-flecked tale of recurring Casablanca character Morgan Mayhem (yes, again, but who could get tired of someone this lovable?), whose allegedly escalating drug habit somehow hasn't alleviated her behavioral problems, but has done wonders in releasing her Sapphic, exhibitionist traits. Close you eyes and allow One Unsisterly Blind Vice to wash over you:

Ted sez: "Morgan Mayhem, consider yourself warned! Gal-friend, those unpredictable ways have gotten you into trouble in myriad areas of your life, but now it seems your social-butterfly status is in serious jeopardy, too. Hid-eee-us, I know. See, there's this ber-exclusive bo te of fabulousness here in Tinseltown that certain celebs consider their personal playground. The door at said joint is tighter than Nicole Kidman's forehead and has turned away highly celebrated, professional partiers without batting a stoic eye. [...]

But the owner of the former spot ain't so thrilled anymore. First off, he's already received wrist slaps and warnings from police for allowing other questionable antics to go down, as it were, at his establishment (which really should look a bit more fab considering the loot this guy poured into it). And secondly, Morg's not just hittin' the snowy slopes anymore. She's got a newer, dirtier drug of choice. And it's becoming painfully obvious." Read the item.

You say: Send your guesses to tips[AT] with "blind" in the subject line, and we'll post the results later today.