"I don't like the typical good-looking guy," Tara Reid once told Maxim magazine. "I know this sounds ridiculous, but I like guys with love handles. When he doesn't care 100 percent about his body, I don't have to obsess about mine. I hate a washboard stomach -- does not turn me on."

Some time later, she was approached in a bar while drinking with her brothers. "This guy came up to me," she recalled, "and said, 'I read about you in Maxim. I'm perfect for you. I have a gut, I'm Irish, I'm a drinker -- I should marry you!' My God, it was funny."

[Reid's "foolproof plan" for getting a guy's attention? "I'll usually walk by him and give him a look. And if he doesn't see me, I'll walk by him twenty times like a retard. I swear to God, I'll keep walking until he notices me..."]

[Because of her protective brother, Tara's nickname growing up was "Untouchable." "No one in Wychoff would even dare date me," she recalled. "They'd get beat up."]