Tara Wins it By a Boob!

A-Train - 11:45 p.m.

Lemme get this straight, The Jay: you’re gonna throw me a fat eight figure salary, a huge entourage of people who just want to be near my magical presence, and enough clout to go anywhere and do anything, and all I have to do is embarrass myself every so often? SWEET! I’m in. Where do I sign? All I know is, I’d live it up wonderfully, and it’d be very likely that E! would be airing video feeds of my bare white ass about once annually. Shiiiiiit, people make fun of me anyways. I might as well get the celebrity to go with it.

I’m not buying that Jay. Not here. I drop down my hard earned American dollars to see Will Ferrell in just about anything because I know I’m gonna laugh my ass off. I spend two hours of my life at Jerry Bruckheimer and Nick Cage films because I know that there’s gonna be stuff blown up all over the place, and it will be cool. I spend exorbitant amounts of money on concert tickets for shows like the Red Hot Chili Peppers because I know that I’m gonna rock out hardcore style. And when all these things go right, I’m taken away from the really real world for just a little while. All the crap that supposedly “really matters”, all the stuff that stresses me out, all that stuff just drops away. It’s lost and I’m able to be in another place. The people that can do this right and the people that can do this consistently are the real celebrities.

When it comes down to it, I totally agree with you on the call. Tara’s a fun and flirty party girl. It fits her persona, and it gets her face time all over the place. In the end, it’s gonna be good for her career. That, and people just love seeing boobs. I love seeing boobs. You love seeing boobs. Hell, we even love Tara’s frankenhooters that she’s got over there. What we don’t like seeing is little, whiney teenaged girls who can’t just step up to the plate and say, “I’m sorry.” I don’t pay money to see so-called celebrities blame other people. It’s like seeing the biggest guys on the basketball court complaining about every single call. You can’t have shit both ways. Grow up.

Blog’s to you,

A-Train