Because It’s Been Too Long Since a Tony And Jessica Post
Wow. Talk about looking like someone just interrupted a fight at the trailer park. Jessica totally has that, “I”m sorry, don’t leave my broke a$$” look, and Tony looks like he wants to get a piece of someone. Preferably, someone smaller than the average NFL defensive tackle. Or defensive end. Or cornerback. Or coach. Or water boy. Or announcer. Or cheerleader. No wait! I think he’s not fragile enough to be beaten up by a cheerleader. That’ll do friends. That’ll do.
Oh, and since I’ve got a moment to reflect on Jessica Simpson’s country career, here goes:
WTF. I’ve heard stray cats mating outside my window that had a better sound. Jessica needs to lock herself in a room with some old Tammy Wynette and Loretta Lynn albums, a bottle (or two) of Southern Comfort, and a three-legged dog. Then she should come out with the realization that the best thing that she can do for country music is to leave it alone.
I mean hasn’t Tug McGraw’s kid done enough damage to the genre without you adding to it?
