it's no curse of the billy goat

been a while. much to blog about, but i've been busy as of late. sue me.

so the latest participants in the bachelor didn't make it to the altar, again. what i like the most about this story is how they call it "the curse of the bachelor." as if some supernatural forces work to keep these a-holes from getting married, as opposed to the completely artificial circumstances which surrounded their decision to get married. that's like saying people who got cancer from asbestos got hit with the curse of asbestos.

anyways, jesse palmer, sorry things didn't work out. (i'm talking about your football career by the way, not that whore who you proposed to).

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