Ok, I am the father of Anna Nicole Smith’s daughter. I have seen the pictures of the child and she bears a striking resemblance to similar baby pictures I have seen. Anna and I have had a long running affair, mostly on the Internet since I don’t fly, and there is no doubt in my mind that the little girl was fathered by me.
Where do I sign up for the money and so on?
This whole cluster is beyond sad. Someone snag this poor child and get her away from anyone involved in this joke. You couldn’t write a worse movie plot if you tried.
Speaking of movies, how can anyone make the quantum leap in assuming that there are any parallels between the lives of Anna NS and Marilyn Monroe? I will give you they are both dead, both blonde (at times) and both had some issues. After that the comparisons end. Marilyn actually had talent; Anna had weight issues and big boobs. Enough said.
Speaking of a twisted version of “Lust in Space”, how would you like to be the cop who got to look in the car of Lisa Marie Nowak. Lisa, of course being, the diaper-wearing astronaut, who drove from Houston to Florida to off her competition. I bet the smell off a couple of used depends in the back seat of a rental car just about makes your day.
I’m sure this twisted little tale of lust and Tang runs right up there with other plot ideas even Fox television wouldn’t use. Having never been a big fan of spending billions on the space program, I am now more intrigued with NASA then ever. This has got to make for some great questions on the tour at the space center in Houston. I wonder if they will design a ride for this scenario. “Ok kids, 1st put on your depends and then get into the rental car.”
The other day I went to buy some cigarettes. I go to the local Indian Casino, since it is less then $100.00 dollars a carton there. Going to any casino makes you realize where the term “a tax on stupid people” comes from.
There is never a bigger moment in my life that screams “quit smoking”, then going to a casino. Something about people in tavern jackets, with a cigarette hanging from their lip that makes me realize what a stupid habit it truly is.
Regardless, while standing in line, a very large younger native woman struck up a conversation with one of the clerks. “So are you still dating that white guy?” she asked the clerk.
I’m not I was quite ready for the response.
“Yes I am, he gets out of prison next month.” Responded the clerk with a bright smile.
I suddenly got lost in the thought that in many parts of this country Anna Nicole is actually a role model.
Maybe that is what worries me the most; I lost sight of where the bar has been set and what now passes for normal behavior.
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