The stench of fried chicken grease, ass butter and Frapp smegma is not coming out of my computer screen, which is a good thing. Brit Brit might have actually bathed! It probably took six people and plenty of Bubble Yum body wash to scrub the Cheeto crust off of her, but they did a pretty good job. Her weave still looks like it was put together by a couple of cross-eyed rats, but we can’t have it all.
Brit Brit attended the Generation Rescue event in Los Angeles yesterday. Wait, maybe that event was set up to rescue her ass? Hmm… Anyway, that shit was hosted by Jim Carrey and Jenny McCarthy. Jim is starting to enter Skeletor territory. He needs a steak dinner and an oxygen facial. Jenny sort of looks like a wax figure, but it’s easy to bring her back to life. Just tell her, “I vaccinate my kids” and that bitch will turn into Hurricane McCarthy.
Can you imagine the shit she said to Brit Brit? Brit probably just stared at her and said, “Ah jest came fo tha free cheese an boxed wines. Y’all got deep fried twinkies?“