My gut tells me Kate Gosselin's fifteen are coming to a close. Yeah, I know, she's on the cover of pretty much every tabloid this week, but that means precisely zilch. Tabloid fame is fickle - one week you're the Queen Freak, and the next you're just another divorced bitch with 8 kids hanging off you and the money going down the toilet from dumb business moves and your tits getting saggier and no decent man wanting anything to do with that used-up snatch. Sad that these dummies can't see how false the whole thing is. Or maybe they can and just don't care.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tick Tock
My gut tells me Kate Gosselin's fifteen are coming to a close. Yeah, I know, she's on the cover of pretty much every tabloid this week, but that means precisely zilch. Tabloid fame is fickle - one week you're the Queen Freak, and the next you're just another divorced bitch with 8 kids hanging off you and the money going down the toilet from dumb business moves and your tits getting saggier and no decent man wanting anything to do with that used-up snatch. Sad that these dummies can't see how false the whole thing is. Or maybe they can and just don't care.
