she gets to eat ribs. Seriously.
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…and hug her son.
Yes indeed!
Such a mess…..
Yeah, amen to that! I know, she started out as a stripper, she dyed her hair blond, she wore outrageous clothes and too much makeup, and all of those other things that “women of substance” are supposed to vilify, but… she believed she was beautiful and sexy no matter what size the tag on her jeans said. More power to her.
Besides, sometimes it was all so ridiculous you just couldn’t help but laugh. There’s got to be some value in that somewhere.
I was really hoping she’d get her shit together eventually.
. . . and get her real boobs back.
At least now the attention will be off of the diapernaut.
Right on Janine. I’ve already eulogized her on my own online spot, but I’ve said it before and I’ll say it a hundred times, Anna Nicole taught us all that really, it matters not that you are fat.
I too was hoping she’d get it together, but as a daughter who had to watch her mom bury her son (my brother), its pretty damn hard to bounce back from that. You can bounce back from a lot of shit, and lord knows Anna Nicole did, but having to bury your kid (and in her case, in the throes of pospartum hormones), yeah, that’s gotta be pretty damn hard.
God Wendy, I love that you said this. Perfect.
Gets to eat ribs with people who actually care about her.
I hope that wherever I am tonight, I get to eat ribs.
Seriously.
Amen. Poor girl. At least she emblazoned her existance upon the American conscience.