I figured Jon Gosselin would be living the high-life without that dumb roadkill-haired bitch around..."high" as in "high on pot and co-ed poon." But no. He just looks sad and lost, with only his dogs to hang out with. Perhaps he should try switching teams? There's nothing better than a throbbing bone up your ass to improve your outlook on life.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
No One Else Will Hang Out With Him
I figured Jon Gosselin would be living the high-life without that dumb roadkill-haired bitch around..."high" as in "high on pot and co-ed poon." But no. He just looks sad and lost, with only his dogs to hang out with. Perhaps he should try switching teams? There's nothing better than a throbbing bone up your ass to improve your outlook on life.
