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May 29, 2008

But will it be a boy, a girl or a Clayby?

Blclay TMZ reports that Clay Aiken is going to be a father. Apparently, his record producer Jaymes Foster (a 50-year-old woman and David Foster's sister) has been inseminated with, you know, ewwww. This is officially the best story of the day. Perhaps the week. We want to know more and yet we don't think we can bear to.

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Who's in that photo? Is it Clay Aiken? Is it Jaymes Foster? Or is it a Spamalot imposter?

...and more importantly, what's with the chicken head in the man hand?

...and not to be overlooked, a bird in hand is worth...

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