Here’s Xtina, her son Max and her leased bag handler/piece Matthew Rutler leaving Cirque du Soleil’s Michael Jackson: The Immortal World Tour in L.A. last night and for once I’m not going to say shit about her wearing camel toe-inducing leggings as pants. Because at least she’s covering her legs! I spent a slice of my Saturday night analyzing the stream of WTF?! that trickled down her leg during Etta James’ funeral and I can’t handle an encore. So now I see TampaXtina’s leggings as a Spandex condom protecting my eyes from the self tanner sweat or coochie blood that may drip down her leg. But since we’re on that subject again, I don’t think it was Aunt Flow’s saliva or fake tanner runs. It was obviously delicious barbecue sauce from the McRib she keeps in her chonies for snack emergencies.
January 30, 2012 / Posted by: Michael K