Well, there’s only one problem with that. I don’t think the Pregnant Dude wants to be left alone. You know, when he first came on the scene, I felt a little overprotective of him. The more I look at him, the more he’s really starting to look like my dad. I know I called him “hot” before, but I take that all back (times ten), because he now reminds me of my dad. And my dad pretty much always looked 8-9 months pregnant. But he didn’t have a baby in there. He had a fucking brewery growing in his belly.
I go back and forth with this whole situation. At first, I applauded Pregnant Dude because I felt he was just telling the world that some bitches are different and there’s nothing wrong with that. I didn’t mind that he posed half-nekkid for magazines or gave interviews. I didn’t even blink when he said he was writing a book about the whole thing. But then he announced that he was knocked up again and started doing the talk shows round. I mean, in the pictures above from Friday, he’s on his way to a TV show in Spain. What’s next? A reality show? A recording contract? And then before we know it he’s going to be flashing his genital parts while getting out of cars in front of Villa.
But then again, I’d rather see paparazzi pictures of him than a million pictures of MileyVanessaHudgensTisdale or any of those other dumb whores. I don’t know. I’m torn.
You know what has offended me about these pictures? The Louis Vuitton bag! Come on, Pregnant Dude! Have some taste! If he’s going to be whoring himself out, he needs a stylist!