I think I am sufficiently over my Beyonce marriage depression to start blogging about her again. I know there are rumours going around that Beyonce is now pregnant with Jay-Z’s baby, but I am not ready to talk about that right now. My therapist and I will be working our way through that issue over our next few sessions. And by “therapist” I mean Dr. Jack Daniels. And by “sessions” I mean this afternoon.
I have said it before, but the life of a Hollywood celebrity must be hard. Most of my life is spent in a pair of yoghurt stained boxer shorts (at least I hope that is yoghurt) and a dirty “wife-beater” style tank top, so I can’t imagine the occasion where I would need to staple clothes to my body. I suppose the neighbours would be happier if I did staple my shorts to my lower back - but then I wouldn’t have as much fun yelling out "Hide your eyes - here comes the plumber!" when I bend over to pick up the garbage can.
Beyonce has a dress stapled to her back
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