It ain’t no big whooping secret to anyone that knows me or reads my blog that the sky in my world might not be the same color as the rest of you muthafuckers, which isn’t here nor there but could explain why certain shit intrigues me to no end. Like the fact that famous movie stars and other’s of the same ilk seem to be always adopting somebody else’s kids and shit.
And have you ever noticed that the kids are always from a third world country? Which is cool by me cause the little third world snapper heads need loving too but aren’t there poor assed no family having kids here in America that need loving homes also? Aren’t motherless and fatherless American babies and shit not in vogue anymore?
Anyway, even though at times that rubs me the wrong way it’s not the defining issue here. Cause even though my vote is still out on Brad, I know that Angelina Jolie will be a fine parent. And even though he used to send my gaydar into overdrive I believe Ewan McGregor will be a fine parent because any muthafucker who can circumnavigate the globe on a fuckin motorcycle is fine by me and can do whatever the fuck he wants.
Those are just a couple of people I can think of off the top of my head who have adopted kids from a third world country. But then you got that bitch Madonna, who I never used to have a problem with. That is until ole flappy got filled with herself and decided she was too good to be a slut anymore. Now she’s rich, talking with a fake accent, sucking at the Kabbalah tit and adopting her own poor assed third world kid. That I have a problem with, or is it the fake British accent that really fucks with me? Fuck I’m not sure; I just know I don’t like it.
"and the monkey flipped the switch"