Forget Washing Hands, I Need My Mind Washed Out with Soap
I saw some former beloved co-workers in the evening, and naturally the subject of Anna Nicole's untimely demise was a topic of conversation. I speculated that she passed out and was smothered by her ginormous silicone breasts when she couldn't life her head out of her oppressive cleavage. Then my friend who I regard as the older brother I never had piped up. "Isn't her dead son the father of her new baby?" he asked earnestly.
Sure this is how horrible, awful rumors get started, but wouldn't that be totally disturbing if it randomly turns out to be the case?
Labels: Damn, I am grosss, irony, leering perverts
posted by Suzanne @ 12:06 AM
and I'm more than delighted to send some your way. Spread (ha ha!) the word!
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"Ah so!!!"
I thoughtfully say as I stroke my chin.
"Maybe that is why Nichole refused to have a DNA test ran on the baby."
I say from the gutter.
Wow. Wasn't her son like 15?
But don't forget, she married that old billionaire. Too bad he was long dead. Maybe they froze his sperm.
I'm thinking about writing a book on how that baby is like the new "Omen" kid or something. Watch, soon that lawyer that's named after Howard Stern will die.
I really enjoyed watching anna nicole stumble through life, it made my own retardedness seem less ummm...retarded...
I agree with what her mom said on GMA this mroning though, the baby is going to suffer and it's going to be horribly ugly between all the men that claim to be the daddy.
Isn't her dead son the father of her new baby?
EEEEWWWW!
No...but the lawyer?
I've been mulling the coincidences of her dying, her son dying, the millionaire dying, his son dying. In fact the only ones left standing are that lawyer and the daughter that he allegedly sired on Anna Nicole.
Suspicious...possibly. Delicious...definitely.
Oh, ew. Things I find interesting about Anna's death:
a. The sheer amount of media coverage. Really, is there nothing else going on in the world?
b. She's suddenly "St. Anna" who perservered through hardships. I think we really need a marathon of the Anna Nicole show to put an end to all that kind of talk.
And yes, I know, it's sad. Any death is sad. I am sad for her family. And mostly I am sad for that little baby girl, whose name has suddenly been changed to "Golden Ticket".
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