Seems I was just complaining a month ago how my favorite celebrated time-wasters weren't slagging each other off enough for my satisfaction. But this really does not qualify, as Brandon Davis was not a favorite celebrated time-waster of mine. I hadn't heard of him until this, actually. I must admit, he has a
very interesting amount of money. So, yeah, Brandon Davis-- now #1 on my list of celebrated time-wasters. Yawn.
But this is not a proper slagging-off. Sounds more like a proclamation of unrequited lust for dear Lindsay, actually. Like, "Where did you go, little fire-crotch? We weren't done with you, yet." Is she no fun anymore? She's gone ahead and captured the teenaged imagination, and she can act! And she has a ferocious posse! Go deep, Linds! I am pulling for you, lil' firecrotch! Put me on your payroll, and I'll tell everyone how great you are! I give good shiatsu! I'll even wear a necktie as a leash!
As for Paris, the soul of laughter--I still assert she is a coy, demure girl at heart. I also assert classmates threw garbage at her head in middle school: not a popular girl, but a dear heart, indeed. As it's all going the way of Marie Antoinette for anyone with dental work in the next 30 years, not just socialites, slag on, proles, plebes, and aristos alike. Our heads are together in the basket.
Again, George Clinton, "Everybody is going to make it this time."
