The real monster is TMZ, not Aretha.
If you're going to mock celebrities for legitimate reasons (like, showing way too much flesh, wearing ridiculous outfits, saying stupid things), you can't be as stupid as they are.
"Freakin' Huge" is not exactly Oscar Wilde, is it? Dorothy Parker? Piers Morgan?
The sad truth is that the arbiters of taste today...are tasteless. They are guffawing goons, pimply pests and low-class lowbrow louts. Perez Hilton, obnoxiously drew cocks into the mouths of celebrities, haw haw. And his rival, the gruesome TMZ bunch, just shout "Freakin' Huge" and other inanities.
TMZ was once JUST a website. Under the pimping of near-pedophile Harvey Levin, it's become a "hit" TV series. Levin's a Fagin who surrounds himself with teenage dunces and frat boys who make fun of stars. They sit around ad-libbing witless remarks ("Freakin' Huge") while Levin smirks and counts his money.
The TMZ squad...which seems to be half of Hollywood's brats, race around with camcorders and shout at stars wherever they are...at an airport, parked in a car, having a coffee at Starbucks. They rush over and ask the stupidest questions from behind their cameras, hoping the star will rescue them with a funny ad-lib, or simply get angry and do something stupid.
They'll get in anyone's face, up any woman's skirt, and yes, dive down into anyone's cleavage, even big fat old Aretha Franklin, whom you can bet NONE of the B.O. skinks and mirthful turd-heads at TMZ ever saw perform. They have none of her albums, know nothing about vintage soul music, but they sure know "freakin' huge" bosoms when they see them.
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