A while ago, there were rumors that the producers of Real Housewives of Beverly Hills were leaving a trail of laxative pills from LeAnn Rimes’ cave in Fantasia to their casting offices, because they wanted her to join the cast. LeAnn’s arch rival Brandi Glanville said she thought the rumor was funny since LeAnn always shits on the Housewives and LeAnn later said it wasn’t true. But just because LeAnn said “neigh” to the producers of Housewives doesn’t mean that she’s saying “neigh” to all reality shit shows.
Gossip Cop says that LeAnn and Eddie Cibrian are currently pitching their own reality show about their life together. It’ll be the perfect show to watch after Here Comes Honey Boo Boo. Because right after you gain 30 pounds from watching Mama June drink a gallon jug of melted butter and liquefied Peeps, you can barf it all up while watching LeAnn and Eddie act like they have the perfect life.
If I wanted to see an emaciated pony with fake tits slobber on a squinty whore of a donkey, I’d turn on Animal Planet After Dark. LeAnn’s brain must’ve slipped out of her gaping nostrils, because putting her marriage in front of reality show cameras is the dumbest thing she’s done since marrying Eddie Cibrian. Everybody knows that nothing kills a marriage faster than a reality show. This is not how it’s supposed to end, anyway. LeAnn and Eddie’s marriage isn’t supposed to die because of a stupid reality show. It’s supposed to die when she catches Eddie’s side piece biting onto one of her Union Jack pillows as he hits it from the back on their Pier 1 daybed. Brandi Glanville feels so cheated, again!
Here’s LeAnn hollering and yodeling at her concert in London a couple of weeks ago.