On Wednesday, Sinead O’Connor announced out of nowhere that she’s celebrating her 45th birthday by marrying her boyfriend of a minute Barry Herridge. There was a part of me that figured that hard-up Sinead was just riding high after finding a dude who really gets into the difficult brown and once she came down from the ass sex euphoria, she’d cancel her wedding plans. But nope. Sinead went through with it and married Barry in a Pink Cadillac parked inside of The Little Wedding Chapel in Las Vegas yesterday. If that last sentence convinced you to throw Sinead’s name in as a contender to beat Kim Kuntrashian’s shortest marriage of 2011 record, then this might keep you from doing otherwise: BARRY’S A THERAPIST! Barry probably has access to good meds and he’s not afraid of a little poop noodle. This love will last forever. Here’s what Sinead wrote on her site this morning:
Dear friends… amongst whom I include whomever may be reading this with a view to writing about the glorious marriage.
Am blogging this cus media people are naturally seeking me.
On sunday I will put up blog on whole day. Too glorious for words.
For now though, as you will appreciate, it’s a bit of a ‘Can’t. Talk. Cock. In. Mouth’. Situation.
Speaking of cock in mouth, is it just me or does the new Mr. O’Connor look like the gay-for-pay hooker from Revenge after giving head to a helium tank and swallowing all of the gas? Oh, that doesn’t matter. It also doesn’t matter that Mr. O’Connor just made my gaydar meter shut down before leaking out Irish cream. Sinead is smiling like her no-no is about to eat some Irish peen and that’s all that really matters.