Ummmm….duh
Finally, the truth comes out. I can finally rest now.
Finally, the truth comes out. I can finally rest now.
Okay, I want to make it perfectly clear, NO ONE IS TO GET INTO A FIGHT AT THE BABY SHOWER. Unless, of course, there is Jell-O wrestling. Which is a staple of a good baby shower.
Whist perusing one of my favorite gossip sites (and learning that Chad Micheal Murray is one slick bastard) I saw this ad.
A date with Fabio! I may just start flossing and brushing three times a day! And start actually visiting the dentist!
People are weird. Some crazy man made this statue of Britney Spears delivering her baby to promote Pro-Life. Hmmmm….I never really thought Britney having a baby with that trailor trash husband was a great promotion of procreation, but I guess that is what this guy was going for.
I guess birth won’t be that bad as long as I make sure to bring my bear-skin rug with me to the hospital.
Click on the photo for Britney’s “response” to this stalker, I mean sculptor.
Because if you were, you’d have people like me scrutinizing your every move. But seriously, poor Michael Scott. Last night, he was orange. Orange. Either bad lighting or bad make-up. I suggest everyone watch KCTV 5 tonight and see for yourself.