Web sites around the world have long attracted folks in desperate need of unmentionables once worn by big-deal singers. And while we can sympathize with folks seeking to get up close and personal with the undies of say, Christina Aguilera or Beyonce, we're a bit perplexed at a recent auction that saw a pair of Bryan Adams' unwashed socks fetch nearly a thousand bucks. The footwear -- from what we can gather, a lovely cotton-poly blend -- fell into the hands of a Welsh limo service owner when Adams decided to treat himself to a costume change while on the road home from a gig in the vowel-phobic country. The dough raised will go to a local hospice; the socks, we can only assume, to one of the land's most prominent foot fetishists . . .

Although we can't really recall the last time we heard the phrases "designated driver" and "popular musician" in the same sentence, the folks at Anheuser Busch thought it would be a good idea to determine which mega-star would make the best chauffeur for America's tipsiest citizens. The boozehounds surveyed were sober enough not to suggest they'd put their lives in the hands of, say, Ozzy Osbourne or Robert Pollard; instead, they overwhelmingly opted to hand their keys over to Tim McGraw or Faith Hill. We can certainly understand the former option, since McGraw speaks so eloquently and often about "going home with a six-pack of beer," but as for Faith, we'd just as soon banish her from the front seat for a little trip smoothed by a sip or two of Tim's pal Nelly's Pimp Juice . . .

In the realm of rock and/or roll, honesty is almost never the best policy, as evidenced by the sheer number of bands that break up in a haze of air-kisses and thanks to all involved. Well, leave it to one of them there clean-living straight-edge ensembles to make like George Washington whilst chopping down that old career cherry tree. Snapcase guitarist Frank Vicario, in breaking the news of the quintet's decision to hang it up, wrote a note to fans admitting "it's no mystery that the popularity of the band has been waning over the past few years and it's tough to keep flogging a dead horse. You know how it is? We sure do." From your lips, Frankie Boy, to Fred Durst's ears . . .

Having apparently not learned much about parenting during all those years spreadin' a little lovin' while travelin' on that cool psychedelic bus, David Cassidy has gotten himself embroiled in a nasty battle over financial support of his teenage daughter. While the artist sometimes -- heck, practically always -- known as Keith Partridge currently pays $3,700 dollars a month to seventeen-year-old Katie's mother (to whom he was never married), the woman is not only asking for a hike, she's also charging that the actor ignores his offspring and has even called her "a spoiled little bitch." In Cassidy's defense, we're sure he never forced the young 'un to use any castoffs from his old show as back-to-school wear.