Good morning people. First bit of business I want to discuss is that I've decided not to talk about Britney's new baby boy, and I've also decided not to delve into the death of Anna Nicole Smith's son. I'm not going to do it. I just can't Ok? I decided I'm going to save it for the novel I'm going to write about both of them called "I'm White Trash and I Know It—Are you Jealous?"
Here's the thing: Britney ain't gonna stop having babies with K-Fed, and she is white trash, and she likes it that way, OK!? Accept it and let's move on. The death of Anna's 20-year-old son, Daniel, is indeed tragic - almost anyone's death is. Poor Anna, she had to be sedated after it happened. But Daniel probably thought, 'Well, my mom's got a new baby now, so this is my out, and now someone else can bear the brunt of a life full of unending humiliation'. That may be a horrible thing to say, but like I say, I can't help it, Ok?
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