
So Anna Nicole Smith got married and had a baby when she was 18 years old. She got married to Billy Smith, a co-worker of hers at Jim's Krispy Fried Chicken in Mexia, Texas. They got divorced two years later. But they had a kid. Daniel Wayne Smith, the last remaining element of her hideous redneck past.
You following me so far? Good.
So last thursday Anna had another baby. A little girl. And nobody knows who her babydaddy is. I doubt its her Krispy Chicken ex but if they want to settle this on tv then I smell huge ratings for Maury.
Here's the heartbreaking part ... twenty year old Daniel Smith goes to visit her mom in the hospital. She's sleeping. He sits on a chair in her room and falls asleep. She wakes up and thinks he's asleep but no. He's dead.
What a HORRIBLE story, huh?
And I would feel so bad for her if she wasn't a mindless, money grubbing whore.
Now Celebrating Over 50 Years Of Pretending Chicks Don't Have Pussy Lips!
Thanks, Hef! Thanks for airbrushing the roast beef!
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Happy 9/11!
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