Showing posts with label Celine Dion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Celine Dion. Show all posts
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Sunday, May 30, 2010
While You're Waiting
While you're waiting for the Win A New Boyfriend Voting Day to begin on Monday, we ask you to make NO mention of THIS.

We already know about it and we don't care.
We already know about it and we don't care.
Thursday, November 12, 2009
Celine Dion No Longer Preggers
Just a little bloated, is all
We interrupt this blogging break to announce that Celine Dion is no longer up the duff.
Celine with husband René and eight-year-old
(Click to enlarge)
Celine's publicity firm has confirmed she is not pregnant and that her in vitro fertilization procedure was not successful. However, Celine and her husband, René Angélil, are determined to keep trying to get pregnant.
According to Angélil, the couple is travelling to New York this weekend to try again.
"Céline and I didn't get discouraged ...we put our faith in life and in the stars," Angelil said. “Celine is more determined than ever."
We now return to our previously scheduled blogging break.
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
Who Needs a Bitch Slapping?
I nominate Celine Dion for a bitch slapping. Do I really need a reason?!

It came from Canada.

It wed an old man

It looked like it was hungry and could use a good meal

To satisfy its hunger, it ate a baby

It ate the baby whole

The baby repeated itself on her so she coughed it up like a hairball

The hairball grew into her son, Rene Charles. And don’t even think about commenting on his hair because she’s sick of hearing about it.

Stick that gigantic thumb up yer arse, Celine, or you’ll get a bitch slapping.
There’s Celine taken care of. Who else needs a bitch slapping?
It came from Canada.
It wed an old man
It looked like it was hungry and could use a good meal
To satisfy its hunger, it ate a baby
It ate the baby whole
The baby repeated itself on her so she coughed it up like a hairball
The hairball grew into her son, Rene Charles. And don’t even think about commenting on his hair because she’s sick of hearing about it.
Stick that gigantic thumb up yer arse, Celine, or you’ll get a bitch slapping.
There’s Celine taken care of. Who else needs a bitch slapping?
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