My daughter loves Snow White. She wants a Snow White baby for Christmas. In particular this one. Long story short, she has the Belle baby from Beauty and the Beast. Miss Thang doesn’t watch Beauty and the Beast. She likes Snow White dammit.
Well guess what? That Snow White is a pricey bitch. $49.99 for a TODDLER doll?
What the fuck is this world coming too? Seriously? As much as I’d like to make my little girls Christmas dreams…it’s ain’t happenin’. Mama don’t have no money tree in the backyard.
Now, let’s move onto my favorite topic of the week. Tiger-Douche Bag Woods. What a goddamn tool. Dude, your wife, she’s a fucking supermodel. 2., this isn’t 1930, dating a cocktail waitress (or 10) isn’t scandalous…unless you are married. C, let’s all say it together, celebrity. You live a public life, and if you don’t want to live that life, then pack away those golf clubs buddy.
I love the term Tiger used. Transgressions? Excuse me? I’d cut your “transgression” off and shove it directly up your fucking ass….how’s that for cozy?
It’s the holidays…everyone is happy, peachy keen. Aside from the pricey son-of-a-bitchin’ Snow White doll, I’m done shopping. Yes, miracles do happen to folks like me. Now, if I could only get my ass to the post office. Those packages aren’t going to mail themselves!
December 17th, 2009 at 7:22 pm
I’m a celebrity gossip addict, so naturally I’ve been following the Tiger Woods debacle, and losing a bit more respect for him every time another whore from his harem steps up.
He’d better be glad he’s not married to me. I’m afraid I wouldn’t have been able to stop myself at beating his car with the iron. And when I was done with him, I’d go hunt down the whores. Or, I’d want to. I love how she had him so scared he ran from her AND lied to the cops for her.