A few things have been pissing me off, some of them for a while now and I just can't hold it in anymore.
Stupid fucking interviewers asking Rob about his celebrity status. Every damn interview that has come out lately has got some fucktard asking Rob if his sudden fame is hard to deal with. How is he supposed to answer? If he says it's great, he loves it, he looks like an ass. If he says it sucks and he hates it, he looks like an ass. It's a no win situation and the interviewers know it. *punches out interviewer* I'm asking the fucking questions now, you had your chance and you sucked. *smiles lovingly at Rob* Now, tell me baby, my place or yours?
People are forever asking me about my policy on pap pics. Rob and I have a code, all Wide Awake style: hood up, head down means he doesn't want his fucking photo taken. Also, any pic where he doesn't know his picture is being taken. These are what I consider stolen private moments, like... taken through a window. They are off limits in the park and I try my damndest to not see them all. These pics are the epitome of evil in the human soul--greed and power. How do I feel about the paps? In a word; postal. Rob, sweetie, how do you feel about the paparazzi?
Rumors. Hells bells, it's like high school all over again. Honestly, it's almost funny at times because it is so obvious they really have nothing bad to say about him, so they make up the most ridiculous stories. The way he smells, how much he drinks, blah blah blah. I highly doubt any of this stupid shit and even if it were true I assure you it won't bother me. I will also assure you that most of these "journalists" need to pay more attention to how their teenagers spend their free time than whether or not Rob had a beer after working all fucking day. You know, do random gun and drug searches, bomb inspections, things like that.
Whiney ass waitresses complaining about tips. *slaps the taste out of waitresses mouth* Rob, honey, I'd be glad to serve you in a more private setting...like, my bedroom.
I completely understand why some of my favorite blogs are being plagerized. It's because the women who run them are so fucking awesome, everybody wants to be like them. You know, it's like when you when you were in school and the most popular girl wore a red hat and then the next day 2/3 of the females had red hats. As for the fuckery at Twitarded, well, that's just jealousy. People with power can't stand it when others come up with ideas better than their own. Which is often, I have found that the vast majority of the rich and powerful are basic simpletons who got where they are by stealing great ideas from other people. Do you see how this comes back full circle? *sigh* Tell them how we feel about this Rob.
Pic from Pilineasalways
The new Saw commercial with the woman screaming, "what are you going to do to me". Really? There's been five other movies and you don't know what he's going to do to you? Well, as B-rad (Jamie Kennedy) would say, "Run bitch, he gonna kill you". Ah, too late. Bitch down! Quadruple brownie points if you know the movie this comes from.
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