Cheryl Cole, the British pop star married to soccer star Ashley Cole (the Ashley Cole who cheated on her) graces the cover of the UK edition of Vogue this month, and she’s got a very levelheaded approach to why it’s okay her husband slept with a bunch of other women:

“Ashley’s young and he’s got a young mentality – for his age anyway… He’s learning. He has a beautiful soul, he’s a really nice guy and I’m not stupid, you know. I’m really not. I know what I’m doing. I’ve had enough knocks in the past to know what the circumstances are, and I’m happy. If other people aren’t, then that’s their problem.“

I’m gonna throw some pretty avant-garde ideas out here.  (1) People who insist they’re not stupid are usually pretty stupid.  (2)  People who follow that up with “I’m really not” really are.  (3) Women who are happy with their husbands who go off and sleep with other women are awesome.  I mean stupid.  Awesomely stupid?

(More Cheryl here and here)

The Champions League final between EPL powerhouses Manchester United and Chelsea is today or sometime soon, I'm not really sure.  And while I'm not going to pretend that anyone cares about the game, I will mention that Chelsea fullback Ashley Cole's estranged wife Cheryl is still thrusting her vagina at the crowds while on tour with her girl band in which none of the band members play instruments.

Long story short: if you look at this picture long enough and kinda squint your eyes like it's a Magic Eye image… you'll get chlamydia.  Don't do it.

[The Beer Goggler via on 205th] 

The sports connection to Cheryl Cole will go away when she finally divorces cheating soccer star Ashley Cole, and that's too bad for us in the sports-tits crossover industry.  Until that happens, here's Cheryl on tour with Girls Aloud, her merry band of minstrel wenches.  I have never heard one of their songs.  I am okay with that.  You can see them all in black fishnets here, and in PVC corsets here.  You can probably find their songs somewhere online, too.  What am I, the GD phone book?

[Kickette] 

Chelsea soccer star Ashley Cole, estranged from pop-star wife Cheryl Cole (née Tweedy) following tabloid stories about his extramarital affairs with four different women, is doing what any real man would do: seeking forgiveness and cleaning up his act. 

Except take that part about forgiveness and cleaning up his act, and replace it with "suing the newspapers and random sluts he nailed."  Seriously — I'm not making this up — Cole admitted to having sex with all four women, but none of them asked his permission to talk about fucking him.

Cole accuses the four women of infringing his rights in a flagrant, self-serving and unilateral manner and says publication of stories about his sex life was wrongful and a breach of confidence, an infringement of his right to privacy and a misuse of private information. [...]

He is suing for damages of £200,000 over 12 stories published earlier this year alleging that he had sex with four girls but says some of the information is false and invented. But he says the question of truth or falsity is irrelevant and his alleged sexual relationships with the women should have stayed private.

Right on, Ashley.  Sluts and the media are always the ones at fault.  Seriously, how dare tabloids prey upon a married man who uses his fame to cheat on his beautiful wife?  And the girls — how was Ashely to know that women who would go home with a married man the same night they met him would have the kind of loose morals to sell that story to the press?  It's unfathomable.

Sluts and the media, man.  Destroying perfectly happy marriages since Steve Guttenberg invented the printing press. 

[Kickette] 

Cheryl Cole, wife of Chelsea soccer star Ashley Cole — he of the barfing while cheating move — has a music career with the pop group Girls Aloud that has thus far been kept out of the States.  But things may be changing, as Cheryl is featured in a new video by Will.I.am (Most. Annoying. Punctuation. Ever?) of the Black Eyed Peas.

And check it out!  Her necklace says "Available"!  That is a fucking BURN, Ashley.  Sure, she hasn't served him with divorce papers or anything, but I mean c'mon: would jewelry lie?

So… yeah.  Not the biggest story to hit With Leather, but give me a break.  I watched all three minutes and fourteen seconds of that video to get that screen cap.  And believe me, it's fucking terrible.  I don't care how hot she is, it's not worth listening to that song again.  The video could have her blowing me and I still wouldn't watch it.  Although that's partly because I'm weirded out by how gigantic my balls are.

[The Spoiler] 

It was less than a month ago that Chelsea's Ashley Cole had a widely publicized bout of alleged drunken vomit-sex with someone who wasn't his wife Cheryl Cole.  Cheryl followed that story with a public vote of confidence to Ashley, but over the last week or so her actions seem to indicate that it's over.

Cheryl went on vacation with girlfriends/bandmates Nicola and Kimberley from superlegendary pop group you've never heard of Girls Aloud, and there were more paparazzi shots than I could ever possibly download.  Photos from Heathrow on the way to Thailand, photos from the airport after arriving in Thailand, tanning on the beach in Thailand, tanning on a dock in Thailand, the Thai airport again, then LAX, then out in Hollywood (without her wedding ring! OMG!), then walking down Melrose, then LAX, then Heathrow again.  The British tabloids REALLY care about this, apparently.

Unfortunately, the bikini pics don't have quite the high resolution I look for when I ogle WAGs, but they're enough for you to make out most of her tattoos.  I especially like the one on her thigh.  The treble clef says "I love music," the rose says "I'm incapable of meaningful conversation," and the barbed wire says "WARNING: hepatitis."