She was a drugged up mess who could barely stand up straight.
For all I know her damn dead son is the father of that baby.
Just because she had giant.... oh what the hell do women call them things... chesticles, doesn't make her a saint.
Its not tragic. Its what we all saw coming. Dont feel bad for her after all, you didn't lift a finger to help her. Did you?
Nobody did.
You laughed at her pain.
Why has your laughter stopped now that she's dead?
Laugh.
Listen to me when I say TRAGEDY PLUS TIME EQUALS COMEDY.
You'll be suprised at how fast time flies.
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>For all I know her damn dead son is the father of that baby.<
I've heard that rumor and also that the baby belongs to her dead ex whose sperm she had frozen...
But one thing for sure, Anna loved the name Daniel as in DANIELynn - her daughter's name. Oh to see the results of the DNA!
I wasn't serious about that. Really thats a rumor? Thats horrible.
I did laugh at her pain, but it was tolerable before her SON died. Once he did die, it wasn't funny anymore.
There is humor in dysfunction, but when it reaches such atrocious unbearable levels, it becomes tragic.
and eventually funny again. I'll wait for that time to speak of her again.
I wasn't that close to what happened to her, because I'm not American, and news didn't travel this way. But of what I heard, she wasn't a saint at all. One thing is sure: if she had payed more attention to her son instead of doing plastic surgeries, the boy wouldn't end up that way. Nor she probably.
The whole thing is a bit odd...time will definitley tell.
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