The Gosselins divorce will finally be final. Big whoop. Now he’ll go on and father more kids with more women because he’s a douche like that. And she’ll find another little schmuck that she can control because she is a controlling bitch like that. Assuming someone would want to live with her and all her adorable little kids. Because, as cute as they are…there are far too many of them. As for the roses that he sent her that she snubbed? Proves he’s an arrogant ass. But then again, so is she.
What I’m about to say is probably going to cause me to lose more subscribers but…
save the awards for people who are alive to appreciate them. Maybe give special awards in honor of the work of the person who died. It just seems to make so much more sense to me.
Adam Lambert grosses me out. But with that being said, America get over your stiff ass selves. Who cares what he did onstage? Honestly? I can’t believe how uptight and prude people are. You don’t like what you’re seeing, grab the remote control from your husbands paws and switch the channel to the UFC or Lifetime. Which, either way, is more disgusting that watching Adam Lambert sticking his fingers up a female dancers crotch. Which…you know he would run in fear from in real life. Who cares how sexual that performance was. It was just a performance. No real action took place on stage. Yeah. So. Move on.
I’m still in the throes of a block the likes of which is undocumented and unprecedented. It’s so disturbing. Every stinking time I think of an idea for a post, I open up the administration part of the ole blog, click on add new post, and…NOTHING. My idea. It evaporates. Gone. Poof.
Just like the other thoughts I had for the rest of this post.
Yeah. It’s bad. It’s really, really bad.