I Make My Wife Mad

Yesterday the judge in the Anna Nichole Smith death trial asked what was best for the five month old baby, and said that he'd make a decision on her behalf.

Before he could get a word in edgewise I said, "Firing squad".

My lovely wife was not pleased. She seems to belive that subjecting that child to a lifetime of greedy evil jagoffs in search of a few bucks pulled from the ample cleavage from her deceased crack whore mom will be healthy and uplifting. Let's face the facts:

Anna Nicole Smith was a dumbshit hillbilly that played her junk just right. She took off her clothes, showed a rich old man the squirrel and then got fat, hooked on drugs and died. It's almost a dead on parallel to the Elvis story only without the old man and the squirrel.

I suspect that Howard Stern was behind the whole thing. He's a scumbag lawyer. He set her up with the old dude, massaged the legality of killing her, faked her son's death on Bahamian soil and then faked her death in a casino, American Indian Jurisdiction. All fishy.

Nonetheless, if the death is real and all comes to pass, that darling baby will be subjected to a lifetime of hurt, pushing and pulling over dollars. Abort now.