First up, we have Madonna looking absolutely and completely normal. I can’t see the problem, personally, I look just like that when I get out of bed in the morning:
Next up, we have the lovely Hulk Hogan, who buys his seventeen year old son a high performance Toyota Supra, sits back as the child (yes, he’s a child) racks up four speeding tickets (115mph in a 70mph zone, 57mph in a 30mph zone, 106 in a 70mph zone and finally 82mph in a 45mph zone):
…and is then said to be ‘devastated’ as the boy goes to prison following a high speed crash that leaves his friend and passenger with severe brain injuries and likely to be in a vegetative state for the rest of his life:
My children will have push bikes until they are approximately 35 years old. Then I might let them ride them on the road, but only if they’re wearing a helmet and reflective vest.
Evil woman.
Sleepy: Ah, the celebrity child, eh? Beaucoup de money et pas de sense.
Thrifty: And what’s up with those cheekbones? Her spokesman says she’s ‘tired’. Yeh, and bloody weird too x
Nutty: Meh, I’m not a fan either. I think she should retire gracefully. Gets to the stage when you feel embarrassed buying someone’s songs just because they’re ancient!! x
*Sigh*
Both his Dad and I were bikers, so what can we say? Scares the pants off me though. It’s not just you, it’s the other homicidal maniacs out there.
Oh and where’s Aidy when we’re having a motorbike conversation?
Thrifty: Sorry pal, heh x
kids and cars, well I’ll be mum’s taxi forever I think.
xx
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Drowsey: I think someone stretched her on a rack. I’m thinking Guy????