Well, Anna Nicole Smith’s body has now officially assumed room temperature and every television, radio and print media network has chronicled every single detail of her life. Now the only tasks remaining are how her fortune (if any) can be stolen from her heir(s) and who is the true father of her infant child. Whoever’s DNA wins the Anna Nicole Baby’s-Daddy Derby will entitle the donor to a court fight with every single relative of the old coot who married her at the ripe old age of 89 and in very short order keeled over dead, leaving them to fight for the funds and property bequeathed to Anna Nicole.
It’s cases like this that make me wish I had gone to law school instead of circumventing the process and merely robbing people on the street. Every ambulance chaser in LA must be lining up at one or more of the prospective Baby Daddy candidates’ front door. This process, in and of itself will be tedious and time-consuming, considering the fact that there are currently three studs in the running, with more sticking their heads out of the bushes every day. By the time it’s all said and done, the entire adult male population of Hollywood may petition the court for the test, be they gay or straight.
If it weren’t for the baby’s welfare mucking up the process, the entire situation would almost be laughable. It’s readily apparent that not only are our collective societal countenances vapid and barren, they’re also corrupt and mean-spirited. But, I guess I should expect no more from a culture that prizes celebrity more than achievement, money more than virtue.
2 comments:
You sound jealous. Why don't you throw your hat in the ring? Nobody saw whether you did it (her) or not? Claim you're the father. Hee, hee.
Jo? If you knew anything about me at all, you'd know that I never kiss and tell. Ha!
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