I guess the world is saved.
There's nothing more important in the world of entertainment than a dummy in a coma and an old freak who has the worst traits of men, women and melted candles.
This is what's supposed to unite us in concern. In case you're wondering, Shitney's spawn is still in a coma. She's doing quite a job of "fighting for her life." Actually, it's just superstitious turd-head Bobby Brown refusing to pull the plug when there's any chance that Jesus or Weezus (Kanye) can perform a miracle.
The only real surprise is that the girl's head wasn't stuck in a toilet. Instead, the new national obsession is HOW she nearly drowned while naked in a bathtub, surrounded by drug-dealers, inbred white trash, ridiculous black trash, and in a home where the IQ level of all combined was -2.
As for Jenner? "Chipper" Jones might suggest this is all a "hoax" just to keep his name in front of the public. Or, maybe Brooooose saw a car accident up ahead, and figured it would be "good for business" is he rammed the car in front of him and became part of the show. Why, it could be an entire hour of his new "reality show," in which he's interviewed by Brian Williams (the liar NBC anchor who wasn't shot down by enemy fire). "Yes, Brian, I was nearly KILLED in that crash." "I was nearly killed in mine, Dickless Wonder."
Celebrities aren't worth caring about. What's it to ya? Especially today's celebrities.
A news item, slightly, the other day, was the death of Lizabeth Scott. Nobody seemed to care, because she's not black, didn't strip naked and have waldrobe malfunctions, and wasn't a sex-change. Also, she was 92, and you've got to die sometime. And nobody under 50 knows what a "noir" movie is, or would be impressed that she co-starred in "Dead Reckoning" opposite Bogart. Just reckon she's dead, folks. Move on to more important shit, like "praying for Bobbi." And steering clear of Brooooos.
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