Tuesday, 28 May 2013


UNFORTUNATELY FOR ALL OF YOU, I don't think I'm ever going to get tired of these pictures of Amanda Bynes and her dirty prostitute hat in court.
Even by my cruel standards, it's getting too easy to pick on Amanda Bynes. The chick has clearly taken leave of her senses. And if it weren't for the fact that she is unravelling in such a spectacular, public and very confrontational way, I'd say, "Hmm. You know what? I'm gonna pass on this."

But for now, I see it as my duty as a gossip to keep you abreast of the latest madness oozing from Amanda's synthetic-fibre fuzzed brain.
I mean really. She's been on a glorious, ganja-fueled Twitter rampage for days now (yes, Editor, I know, she "doesn't smoke marijuana." And she's not insane, either. Moving on...), attacking everyone from Rihanna ("Chris Brown beat you because you're not pretty enough") to the NYPD to her own elderly parents, who are in their 70s ("I'd rather my parents be homeless than live off my money"). 

Clearly, Amanda is determined to have the last laugh. And the last tweet.
Because she's suing everybody who came within 500 yards of her the night of the imaginary-bong throwing PLUS she's going to be unrecognizable soon. ("I'm getting in shape and getting a nose job! I'm looking forward to a long and wonderful career as a singer/rapper!")
So there.

EDITOR'S NOTE: I don't approve. If you're going to pick on her, do it right. The wig! You didn't even mention the wig!
MY NOTE: Now now. Let's not be catty about this ... All right, fine, I'll be catty. Amanda? Cousin Itt called. He says he can recommend a good stylist.