Bizarre. Grotesque. And as American as apple pie.
That thing, Anna Nicole Smith, is dead at the age of 39.
Of grief? Of drugs? Of diet pills? Of too much undeserved fame? Who knows.
Maybe that poor baby is lucky she won't have to grow up in the shadow of her trailer trash tits.
I woke up on the mean side of the bed today, kids.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
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