People have nothing else to cry about?
I wish them disease. I wish them death in the family. I wish them a car accident that knocks their fucking eyes out of their sockets.
Idiots on Farcebook are creating "tributes" to the spawn of two idiots? What was she? This drug-addled dope had no talent. Not that her parents had that much of it either.
Shitney was the most overrated car alarm on the planet. Her pimp husband? Shitney actually said that when she was constipated, he'd stick his finger up her ass and help pull the chunks out, and "that was true love."
Anything else you'd like to know?
Whether she was half-lesbian, or he was a pusher, or the rest of the chords of fame, the truth is there are better things to worry about. But we live in an idiot world of "Keeping Up with the Kardashians," and doing our best to ignore the real problems of the world.
I'm so sick of FARCEBOOK and its sister in triviality, TWATTER. All it does is confirm the depressing fact that the planet is overloaded with parasites, maggots, dung beetles, monkeys and retarded puppies.
"Her fight has come to an end." WHAT FIGHT? The dollop of over-medicated garbage lay in a coma doing nothing but stinking. She didn't fight. She was a lazy useless druggie who liked being around trash, and who keeled over naked. And the reason she wasn't found for a while is nobody wanted to see her naked.
I get it that WBLS (a black radio station) is going to bleat and howl about this, but that's no excuse for anyone to leave a "nice" comment and start nanny-goating about it, too. And many many more idiots are beginning to post about this unimportant "news."
IF I'M BEING HONEST, every moron who is crying about how Shitney's daughter "could've been saved," has an uncle, a brother, a sister, a friend, a granny, who is in worse shape and in need of some attention. But that person ain't gettin' it, because the one who could help is busy moaning about Shitney's daughter on Farcebook.
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