Yes, I’m one of those people described as concerning [himself] with worthless diversionary crap such as Lindsay Lohan's latest bust or one of [Britney Spears] marriages, pregnancies or fashion blunders. It’s pretty obvious. I cannot deny it.
On the local front: Yesterday morning, while out for a run, I was passed by Bebe Cool and Bafudde, cell phone to his hear with one hand, and the other hand was gesturing wildly, like he was in an argument with someone. Who was steering the vehicle? Good question. Unless Mr. Cool has a very talented penis and lil’ Bebe was at the wheel, I guess no one was. Jackass.
All those in favor of not being knocked by a car driven by someone’s penis... get the hell outta his way.