Comments on: Anna Nicole’s Diaries Found! (While Markets Crash Around The World)

By: Best anatomy human life physiology science

Best anatomy human life physiology science — Mon, 31 Dec 2007 20:08:25 +0000

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By: Confederate Bacon

Confederate Bacon — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 10:31:47 +0000

See theres something here that you jabberwinks just dont get~ abnd thats that u cant put crazy fingerprint loooking shit on the background of ur websites because if im trippin on the good shit(you know, the orphans blood) im bound to lose a fuckin gestalt in here. And then frankie bentero comes out of left field and trademarks the right to Itilian food, and Im like wtf man? Half that sub was mine!

By: El Chimi

El Chimi — Fri, 02 Mar 2007 05:15:51 +0000

It annoys me how people are still making a bigger deal over Anna Nicole Smith rather than the issues that are actually important, like the genocide in Darfur or the problems in the middle east or the growing nuclear independence in rouge states.

By: El Douche A

El Douche A — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 14:34:47 +0000

Well put, Majal. Should we all have been so lucky to have been part of the cosmic soup that was Anna’s disaster of a vagina.

By: Majal

Majal — Thu, 01 Mar 2007 08:29:46 +0000

If a nightmare is an unpleasant dream and dreams are indeed figments of our brains’ overactive imaginations, then why did Anna Nicole Smith survive the treacherous trek out of her mother’s slip ‘n’ slide? Let’s discuss that, shall we?

While the location of said slip ‘n’ slide’s last sale is clear–a garage sale thrown because of some poor elderly man’s last ditch effort to finance his Vicodin addiction by auctioning off all of his dead grandchildren’s useless crap to the highest bidder–the location of Anna Nicole’s own slip ‘n’ slide’s last fertile transaction is not quite as evident.

Now, we can safely assume that this boundless stretch of vacuous pinkness had been–only when artificially lubricated–shared with all of the neighborhood children, most of their parents, and a large number of less privileged people such as janitors, trash men and prop-based comedians. While I would love to say that a paternity test would immediately tell us who fathered the loud-mouth wildebeest and her on-again-off-again lard collection vessel’s potential demon-child, I’m afraid that we would only discover that, because of the enormous amount of semen that had been stored and recycled in the cavernous depths of Ms. Smith’s flesh gully, a single father does not exist; rather, we should be searching for half of the male population of the world and a quarter of the female population and making a simple request to each of them: submit to our consciousness degradation experiment and join the universal consciousness, for each of us, in some way, is a father to it.

By: Todd Jackson

Todd Jackson — Wed, 28 Feb 2007 23:20:50 +0000

Publishers, if you’re think about printing these volumes of Anna Nicole wit and wisdom, please please tell the copy editor to simply put (sic) after every misspelling.

Then, have a contest where people can guess the number of (sic) like they were jelly beans in a jar. So much fun!