The new SBOTW is....PEREZ HILTON!
Douche, you insult a rapper on your blog. On a regular basis. Now, I'm not sayin' you don't have that right, you do. Hell, the first post of SBOTW centered around that right. But rappers are notorious for beat downs. You're a celebrity blogger, you should know. So don't get all upset and sue a Will. I. Am's manager for punching you. You got what was coming to you. You talked smack about a rapper, his group, and you are downright nasty about it. You deserved to be bitch-slapped a loooong time ago.
I, and many others, think you had it coming. This guy was just balls enough to actually do it.
The new SBOTW is none other than....ME.
Because of my potty mouth, my child at the tender age of ONE has learned to swear. (Kinda.) Granted, she doesn't realize what the "F" word means. But she does know how to say it now. I can't tell you how proud of myself this makes me.
Furthermore, Daycare...Well, suffice to say they're not exactly in approval of my STERLING parenting skills. Hahaha I am teh klassee, no? No.
My mother and my Father aren't too proud of me either. In my (weak) defense, my swearing is genetic. My Father swears, my Mother can swear but the Grand Poo-Bah of swearing? None other than Grandma B. That woman can SWEAR. Creatively, no less. She taught H1 and I at a very early age. Some families pass on heirlooms, pictures, or recipes as part of their legacy. My family passes on filthy mouths.
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