It seems like just yesterday when the beautiful word "SLUT" was sprayed in graffiti on Sienna Miller's house and today the words "IT'S A (insert the gender of Sienna's first baby friend here)!" were sprayed on there after she gave birth to her first kid with that fiancé who sometimes looks like a light weight sumo wrestler competing in the homeless hipster division. It really is the end of a home wrecking era, because Sienna's bull dozer vagina is temporarily retired now that a baby has passed through it. The pussy that once destroyed lives is now delivering life. As I take a moment of silence, read what UsWeekly has to say about this:
Sienna Miller and her fiance Tom Sturridge welcomed their first child over the weekend in London, a source confirms exclusively to Us Weekly. Details on the baby's gender, name and weight were not available. The British duo have been dating for over a year and debuted signs of their engagement -- Miller's dazzling diamond engagement ring -- in mid-February.
Since there aren't any details, let me fill that shit in. Sienna and Tom are both dirty boho hippies, so I'm guessing she gave birth in a backyard pond full of rose water while he hollered out some Gaelic birthing chant as he smeared lavender-infused mud all over her tits. Then after their baby was born, they melded their baby with the earth by rolling him or her in a patch of dirt. They threw a floral wreath on their baby's head, held that baby up to the sun and waited until the wind delivered their baby's name into their ears. The wind delivered the name Scrags Patchouli, obviously. The end.
The Daily Mail has a picture of Homewrecker Hall of Fame recipient Sienna Miller sipping on what looks like a flute of champagne in Portofino, Italy the other day. It could be a fancy kind of sparkling chamomile tea that calls for an extra fancy glass, but it's probably carbonated sweet nectar. Sienna is on a "babymoon" with her fiancé Tom Sturridge and one of her friend tells InTouch Weekly (via Celebitchy) that she's been lubricating her tonsils with wine (GASP!) and champagne (GASP! GASP!).
Sienna's friend said that it's not like her unborn baby is going to stumble out of her vagina saying shit like, "Yooooooo knows what yer problems is?!" The friend said that she's just sipping, “Sienna is European and it’s common there for a pregnant woman to have a glass of wine or champagne. She’d never do anything to harm her unborn baby.”
Is it really just a European thing, though? I thought it was an international thing especially since more and more women are chomping on their placentas after giving birth. And any chef will tell you that meat is most delicious when braised in wine. SO DRINK UP!
On another note, are we really using the phrase "babymoon" now? Why don't you just gag me with a CROC? It'll bring the barfs up faster. Not only does "babymoon" sounds like something a prankster baby does, but it also sounds like "Over the Moon's" equally gross first cousin. Can we not?
On another nother note, what is Tom Sturridge's ass trying to accomplish with that updon't? Is he really trying to look like a skinny hipster sumo wrestler? Can he not?
Since today's theme is hos talking BABIES!!!, here's home wrecking vanguard Sienna Miller posing with her barely there bump out in British Vogue. Sienna Miller opened up to Vogue to say that she's closing up about all the details of her pregnancy. Unlike Snooki and Jessica Simpson, Sienna isn't going to tell you what her pregnancy farts smell like or if she's having bizarre cravings for strange things like unmarried peen. Sienna ain't saying shit. Sienna has even vagina swallowed a firewall so that The Sun can't hack into her uterus (I'm sure they've tried). 30-year-old Sienna tells Vogue (via DM):
"I'm feeling fine. It's all progressing nicely and it's very exciting. It's nice to start a new decade.
I'm in my second trimester, so I'm I-can-talk-about-it pregnant, even though I'm under strict instructions not to say anything as it would completely defeat the point of everything I've tried to achieve in the last eight years."
It seems like it wasn't that long ago when the only thing that could make Sienna Miller shut her mouth was peen attached to a man not wearing a wedding band, and now she's shutting her lips in the name of privacy. How my favorite man snatcher has grown. It truly is the end of a beautiful home wrecking era. Seeing Sienna hold that memorial wreath over her retired bull dozer vagina has given me the closure I need. Thank you, Sienna.
When Sienna Miller announced that she is turning the motor off on her bull dozer vagina and is temporarily retiring from her position as everyone's favorite home wrecking hero to get married and have a baby, I didn't want to believe it. It's like if somebody told me that Pete Doherty was starting to bathe regularly with actual soap or that Prince Hot Ginge was seen buying a box of Feria for Men (in shade: black leather) for himself. THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING.
There are so many more lives that need ruining and so many more houses that need to be torn in half by Sienna's wrecking ball clit. Sienna Miller would never change teams and move on over to the dark side by becoming one of them (read: married with children), or so I thought. But she has. Anakin Homewrecker has become Darth Mommy and these pictures of her at a W Magazine party in NYC prove this. I don't think Sienna's got a gut full of wedding rings she fucked off of married man after married man. I'm pretty sure there's a baby in there.
It's as if I've seen a picture of Tommy Girl in flats or a fully covered LeAnn Rimes. This is my unicorn sighting.
High Priestess Whitney was right when she preached that the children are our future and now it looks like our future is going to be every shade of ESCANDALOSO, because my homewrecking queen Sienna Miller has got a uterus full of fetus. UsWeekly says that the retired MPV-winning man thief and her boyfriend of a year Tom Sturridge (the fancy Skid Row resident she's puckering on in the picture above) will be parents to a hipster baby in a few months. If Peaches Geldof getting knocked up wasn't reason enough to start digging your 2012 underground bunker, then this news will be enough. SHOVELS OUT!
Sienna's rep hasn't confirmed any of this, but one of her loud mouth friends told UsWeekly, "They just spent the holidays in Paris together after they announced the news in London. [Their] were not surprised by the news of the pregnancy. They're really good together."
That baby is going to be such a damn hipster. It's going to come out of Sienna Miller's former bulldozer vagina in a vintage Liz Claiborne cape (True Story: I was in a Salvation Army in Greenpoint and heard some dirty hipster ask if they had any Liz Claiborne brand capes), an American Spirit in its mouth, the scent of patchouli wafting off of it and a monocle over its eye (because it will be a monocle-wearing baby before monocle-wearing babies are the thing). I just hope Sienna teaches her hipster baby everything she knows about relationships. Like age is nothing but a number and a wedding ring is nothing but something that will give your genitals an extra tingle while your married piece fingers you. A wedding ring is sort of like a cock ring for your finger!
But if it's true that kids turn out the opposite of their parents, then Sienna's child will probably care about the importance of bathing as much as it cares about respecting the marital vows of others. BOOOOOO!
It's sort of fitting that Anna Wintour's head is positioned right over Sienna Miller's crotch, because I've always pictured Sienna's vagina as a snarling boil with soul-nibbling eyes who growls at anything that doesn't resemble a stick. No, that dude Sienna Miller is throwing "please pet me" eyes at is not Teen Wolf's dad. It's Sienna's current boyfriend Tom Sturridge who sat with her in Anna Wintour's box (yes, I see what I did there) at the French Open in Paris yesterday.
Where the hell is an extra-strength detangler and an iron brush when you really need them, because this picture is where Scraggly goes when it needs to find itself. They all look like they call Riff Raff their leader. A mess.
And how is Sienna going to go from Jude Law to a dude who uses Rogaine as a face moisturizer? From one extreme to the next. Well, I guess I'd have hearts in my eyes too for a dude who could exfoliate my taint while he licks on my genitals.
I was going to write a post about how Sienna Miller is giving her bull dozer vagina the spring off to fuck around with totally single and unmarried Tom Sturridge, but then I came across this picture of her moistening her chops at the sight of Gandalf's behind-the-counter goods in London yesterday. Or maybe she's excited because she's thinking about all the homes she can barge into with that motorized scooter. Yeah, it's definitely that.
The stroll has been aching to hear the roar of Sienna Miller's bulldozer vag and wives have been sleeping a little too soundly lately, so it pleases me to learn that things between her on-and-off again piece Jude Law are set to off again. Don't bother declaring a CODE: LOCK UP YER HUZBANDZ, because Sienna can pick a lock with her clit and sniff out precious metal dust on a wedding finger from miles away.
A friend of Jude Law tells People that there wasn't any kind of scandal involved with their break-up and their relationship simply ran out of breath, stopped and walked over to the bleachers to take an indefinite nap. Jude's rep confirms that Sienna is no longer licking the skin triangles on his head.
Thank the homewrecking slut gods for this. Eddie Cibrian and LeAnn Rimes' homewrecking game is just pathetic and Blake Lively's acts of ho shit are laughable. It's like they're all still taking classes at a Montessori school and Sienna is teaching the MASTER CLASS at fucking Harvard. Seasoned Sienna is finally back and I'm sure she'll be better than ever once she squirts a little WD-40 on her rusty parts and gets things going again. I really can't wait to see which dude will star in the next episode of Sienna's Extreme Makeover: Homewrecker Edition. Move that bus!
Dear extra from Don't Tell Mom The Babysitter's Dead, You can finally put on that outfit you stole from the costume department and rock that shit proudly like Sienna Miller did in France yesterday. Who cares if those pants make your labia look like the size of one of Jabba the Hutt's chins. Who cares if bitches start singing "Does your puss hang low? Does it wobble to and fro?" when you walk on by. Who cares if those pants are the color of week-old salmon tartare. If it's good enough for Sienna....
And speaking of hos dressing like high school students from the early 90s, I've also thrown in some pictures of RiRi in Paris
Balthazar Getty and the mother of his 4 chirruns, Rosetta Getty, are back together and making their marriage work after he publicly took a wild ride on Sienna Miller's bull dozer vagina back in 2008. In case you didn't read the Book of Balthazar in Sienna's homewrecking bible, Balthazar dropped his wife and kids to to join Sienna's worldwide whore tour for about a year. Sienna made all us shameless skanks proud when she smugly smiled for the paps while grabbing onto Balthazar's claimed crotch with her titties out. It was a crowning achievement for the homewreckers of the world!
There were rumors that Sienna kept trying to snatch off Balthazar's wedding band with her claw crane cooch, but he wasn't interested in getting divorced from Rosetta. Eventually, Sienna went off to another victim and Balthazar was left sitting in the middle of the wreckage with a new itch on his dick lips and loneliness in his heart. So he ran back to his wife who left the door to their house wide open. Balthazar tells Harper's Bazaar (via Page Six):
"Here's the bottom line: It was a very challenging time for everybody involved. But I loved and missed my family too much not to make it work. [Wife] Rosetta is understanding enough and spiritual enough to let us try."
Meaning, Rosetta understands that Getty money is better when you're still married to a Getty and she saw the light several times while fucking on her own side-pieces while Balthazar passed the peen to Sienna. That's exactly why Rosetta is throwing a "Yup, I got mine" look in the picture above.
My slut hero Sienna Miller is the real winner here, because she no longer has to wake up to Balthazar's untamed and malnourished brows every day.