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Unfortunately, I’m completely addicted to greasy In-N-Out Burgerish-collagen-injected celebrity gossip which lures me, like a sweet siren song, to many-a celebrity gossip blogs on a daily basis, which are commonly plastered with pix of the rich and famous’ unsightlies; poon, cock, and total-boobage-galore!

The popularity and quantity of these pix leads me ponder, what is the origin of this fascination? Why do we like to see Lindsay Lohan’s scrambled eggs or Paris Hilton’s crab-breeding grounds?

Honestly, I have no fucking clue, but I do know that I am certainly not the only person (that’s right BWE) who cherishes these special gems of utter embarrassment. Therefore, I have made the personal decision to write a poem (in haiku or limerick form) to commemorate each and every very special photograph, starting with Ms. Simpson:



Jessica Simpson
Dig the invisible bra
Your nips are buck-eyed