|Simpin Aint Easy|
Katy Perry and Russel Brand's so called marriage is doing better and Russell is a recovering heroin addict, bulimic, wears tight nut hugger jeans, looks like Charles Manson, and Katy ear rapes with her nonsensical generic music, while dressed as a giant bedazzled cupcake singing off key giving her best in drag queen realness.
Kim spent a day in Minnesota to visit Kris with a K and counselling with get this, the pastor that married them. A whole day pretending to fight for her sham marriage with paparazzi conveiently there to get a photo of it. How fortunate for her! Maybe the temperature dropped to subzero temps and froze some of those endorsements or in that surgically attached whoopee cushion in her brain or in her butt, whichever. Why would she make the trip herself when she has lawyers to "negotiate"? That's right, to be photographed standing on the porch, looking sad in an attempt to get sympathy? I have more sympathy for Osama Bin Laden before one of the Special Forces shot him in the face than I have for this mindless blow up doll. Kim was photographed on the phone and I can guess the conversation she had: "Mom, it's Kim, so I made my token appearance with what's his face. Do you think the fans will buy it and continue to watch the insipid shows and buy the "stuff" we sell?"
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And in other news, I took out the garbage this morning and will be going to the grocery store after work. Hey, why is their life more interestin
|Get your Sh%t off my yard!|
Answer: I took out my trash, Kris with a K's trash followed him home.