So I'm sitting in my bed , sipping some urban courvoisier (orange koolaid), and watching my fiance play Rock Band...when all of the sudden I had the urge to assassinate Britney Spears. Now I'm fairly certain that this random outburst of violence lends itself to the variety of tabloid BS that my mom brings home. While most people shrug it off as second hand shit talk on paper you would be surprised to see the accuracy ratings of some of these modern mags.

Now I usually find myself reading them while in the shower with nothing better to do then read into the erotic lifestyle of some coked up pre-teen who managed to squander away the last of their million dollar signing bonus on a Lambo Murcielago LP640 , 43 1/2 pounds of Colombian grade nose powder , and twelve hookers who are willing to recant their wild night of speed , sex , and "snowballing" to the closest author. One target of interest that the mags tend to focus on because of her wild lifestyle would be miss pears herself. From her wild sex room to her "considering adopting Chinese twins" I've found myself questioning her sanity on a much more frequent basis and now I'm wondering all together if certain people are past the brink , beyond saving , and are in general a blight on society...yea

So in general , opinions?

-Rev