Papa Joe Simpson could cure AIDS and save a litter of kittens from a burning building and I'd still call him a creepy pedophile. That's just me, though. He said some shit to In Touch magazine to make him look better, but as usual it just made him look like a giant douche.
On the Brit Spears mess: "I would never let that happen to my daughters. Hopefully, her family will take care of the situation."
Yeah, I'm sure you wouldn't.
On Chestica desicrating a decent musician with her herpes: "They are good for each other.
Unlike Nick, John already has an established career, so Jessica doesn't have to compete with him."
He's talking about John Mayer. I keep hoping one day John will wake up, look over, and realize he's dating a total vapid headcase and run screaming for the hills. Seriously. He has talent, she has boobs. That's about it. I'd like to think John needs more than that in a woman. Like a brain. That would be important to ME, but hey.
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