First off, there's no way I or anyone else affiliated with this blog can provide answers on getting partners to tattoo your name on themselves. I can only recommend a good friend of ours, who incidentally, can get bitches to tattoo his name on themselves and say I Love You within a span of 2 weeks. This good friend of ours that I speak of is of course, Bret Michaels. He can be reached at ===//* ... hold on, my number pad is acting up... ==''][ - ok, one more try; Bret's phone number is ^@^&^ ... alright well, sorry folks The Powers That Be are not interested in me sharing that information. Perhaps next time.
Onward to the most important piece of gossip I've heard all year, courtesy of my fellow fatso, Perez Hilton:
What's That You Say About Jamie Lynn's Baby?
To be fair, if I were Casey, I'd take a bajillionty dollars to say I was the father. It's a win-win situation folks, A. People think I banged Jamie Lynn Spears and B. Now I'm a rich heifer. Life is good, all because some 45 year old Disney exec let loose his Daddy/girl fantasy statutory rape style.
Oh man, if it's true, no matter how fucked (no pun intended) Jamie Lynn's career may be, that Disney exec is going to paying OUT THE ASS to ensure no one knows and he don't go to the pokey.
I love stupid celebrities.
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