Is That A Bag Of Cheetos?!!?

What is going on here?! We’re witnessing Chester cheating on Brit Brit! That two-timing piece of cheese caca! The betrayal! And you think you know someone! I know he’s probably charmed by Shiloh’s golden cotton candy hair and Saint Angelina’s glowing halo, but he must remember that his heart of processed cheese forever belongs to Brit Brit! Nobody can love him the way that she does. Seriously. Brit probably loves him in a very private way if I ain’t being too subtle. This better be a cheap affair and nothing else!

What am I saying? Those little deities aren’t eating Cheetos. That’s what the bag says, but I’m sure when Shiloh puts one to her mouth, all the preservatives melt away and it becomes a piece of Sacramental bread.

And you know what I’m going to talk about next….CROCS! She’s a child, so it’s fine. CROCS are only acceptable on those who have to wear diapers. Basically, kiddies and oldies.

Here’s a few more pictures of Saint Angie Jo looking like Morticia on holiday with a few members of her child army in New Orleans today.