...if one more person calls that child "Blanket." I mean, he's Prince Michael Jackson II. It's not his fault his dumbass father named him the same as the first son. A little George Foreman-esque, don't ya think? But you never hear any of the Foreman boys called Blanket. Or Towel. Or Crockpot.
Can you imagine the damage to the kid's self esteem? "Hi, this is Prince. This is Paris. And this is, ummmm, Blanket."
And what about Debbie Rowe? "Oh, I'll take the first two because I was their birth vessel, but that other one isn't mine. Throw his ass on the laundry heap of life." Ugh.
What kills me is that they all say it with a straight face! Get Brooke Shields up there yakking about crescent moons and shit, then goes on about Blanket.
I have to keep telling myself, "Yes, indeed, everyone except me may just be crazy."
BTW, could Paris have been any more wonderful? So sweet.
Thursday, July 09, 2009
I'm Going To Scream...
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all i could think when i watched the clip was how much the jackson's were hovering and touching her and "it's ok, honey"ing her. i would have wanted to scream "back off! he was my DAD!" sorry, just me. give the girl some room, dammit.
I think someone should have taken mercy on those children long ago and drown them in a car in a lake somewhere.
I have to chuckle at this post! I love it! I have a young man who comes into the credit union: first name? Prince. And I have a woman named Lolita whose fingernails are each about a foot long and curl around. Life is a Fellini movie.
I still haven't figured out a way to get MY percentage of that Billion inheritance...............
Yeah, the name has got to go...Can you imagine all the flack he is going to get when he is older as the kid that was dangled out the window.
Yes, Paris had me crying.
By the way...I love your new look!
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