I was browsing Perez Hilton, or PopSugar, or The Superficial yesterday (I’m a celebrity whore…goodness gracious me!) and I read that yesterday was the official start of summer in celebville which must be L.A.

This means good things! Loads of celebrities in bikinis, ridiculous pool parties, Gary Busey going off his tits, Alec Baldwin going mental, Paris Hilton putting things in her mouth and all the regular rubbish.

What this also means is scenes of sheer insanity in my mind. For instance, Anna Faris who was my love a while back *in my mind* and still is very hot, was hanging around a very odd man.

Who turns out to be her husband.

Enjoy:

Further proof that evil reigns in the free world

I have for some time considered moving to L.A, not to act, but just to be a child caretaker. Look after the stars kids, then bang the stars. Look at the dude who Britney Spears is currently dating, apparently, he was her manager or something.

Granted banging Britney is like going to Hout Bay harbour for some pap snoek, but as Ghandhi said “No man ever accomplished anything without great sacrifice at finding the American dream and doing naughty things for money”

You’re right, he didn’t say that. I’m a liar. Sue me.

So that is the current bang of Anna Faris. Further proof that the world is a cruel and savage place and why I want to move out to a ranch to farm my own vegetables and make wood fires, move hay bales and smoke my pipe while looking over the ranch.

Sean Lloyd

Editor