I bet TrimSpa is eating a corporate-sized serving of double-fudge-marshmallow-lardcake-bankrupt-banana-split sundae ice cream over this one. (Hold the cherry.)
Geez. Where does one begin to plot the course of tragedy in the life of Anna Nicole?
The baby's C of T can more definitively be pinpointed: conception. But seriously, poor thing.
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I commented about the tragedy of ANS's life on LZP's blog, before I realized LZP's post had been about ANS's actual death that just happened, rather than her eventual death under tragic circumstances.
Feel = bad.
Oops.
But now that this has posted, your e-karma has been put right.
I, Pink Teeth, absolve thee.
THANK "GOD"!
Daria you cannot abolish sins. Only the Pope can, for a small fee.
Or so The Pope wants us to belieeeeeve.
Poor thing. She was harmless and funny. Gossip: I've been told that it wasn't Trim Spa that slimmed her down. She had help, if you know what I mean. Major help.
A StairMaster?!
Oh yes... a "StairMaster!" :)
Finally.
We figured out why her death got to some of us so much. Weren't you hoping, like me, that ONE DAY she'd get herself together?
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