No, Brit isn't filming a remake of the Rodney Dangerfield movie. Like anyone would believe she could get into college. Besides, Crossroads still leaves a bad taste in the mouths of collective Hollywood. If only Jessica Simpson would stop getting roles! At least Mandy Moore can act. Thank goodness for you, Mandy! You give teenage pop stars hope.
Anway, a judge ruled that Brit and Kevin can maintain their 50/50 custody of their two poor sons, but that Brit has to get drug-tested twice a week and they both must attend co-parenting counselling sessions. Oh, boy. That will help, I'm sure. Kevin can learn that children aren't trophies, and Brit can learn that having your children fetch you your coke is considered poor parenting. It is? "But when I'm hungover, I can't get off the couch. Mama needs her white powder! Where's my weave?"
Well, to show how upset Brit was by this ruling, she hit Winston's and Hyde last night. Screw responsibility! I need to dance and pound red bull and coke. Yum.
The best thing anyone can do for those kids is leave the front door open and hope they find someone in the neighborhood that can take care of them. Good luck, boys!
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