Ooooookay, here I go: That Bristol Palin has been able to carve out a career in reality TV simply for having a crackpot mother and hopping on Levi Johnston after a few wine coolers is a sad, sad reflection of our world. And now she has a book? Really? Because teenage motherhood and a stint on Dancing With The Stars suddenly propelled her fingers to get a’typin’? So over it.
(via Joe.My.God.)
Oh my god fuck her.
Book? Please. You think this bitch knows how to read or write? Doubtful.
The chin implant is settling in nicely.