Friday, February 09, 2007
Anna Nicole Smith bought the farm today. That sucks because I can no longer get a boner from looking at her pictures now that I know that she’s taking a dirt nap. Just a minute ago I read a report about her death and you could make a remark about the article underneath it. There were a bunch of remarks by people saying stuff like, “She did nothing for humanity”, “She was just a dumb fat ass”, “She had no right to be famous”, “Blah fucking blah blah!” The people that made those comments are fucking idiots. When it comes to fame or just being known, there is no such thing as bad publicity. I quote Oscar Wilde when I say, “The only thing worse than being talked about is not being talked about.” All I’m saying is that by making stupid fucking comments about her death it is really just adding more fame to her identity. Whether you hear something good or hear something bad about a person, it still sparks an interest in learning more about that person. Like if I were to smell my sleeve and say, “It smells like hot cheerleader pussy!”, or I said, “It smells like fucking boiled armpits!”, you would still be interested in smelling it for yourself. If you don’t want to justify somebody else’s fame then the best thing that you can do is just shut the fuck up about them. I believe Anna Nicole Smith deserved her fame because she had the ability to make my penis stand up. I can look at pictures of fat asses sitting at work and hating their lives, but it won’t give me a boner. But if I look at a picture of a tanned blond woman with enormous breasts then I get an instant reflex chubby just by glancing at her. Sometimes I’ll even stare at the picture of the blond woman while moisturizing my penis with lotion. Shit, it feels pretty fucking awesome to tell you the truth. I would much rather crank one out while staring at a picture of a hot woman than staring at a picture of some sad ugly mug. Anyway, that’s why she was famous.