Don't you wanna dance, say you wanna dance, don't you wanna dance. And I'll officially kill myself now. Halle Berry was out and about on Robertson Boulevard the other day buying some expensive crap for her unborn bastard child. Halle is rocking her brand new home perm inspired by, always entertaining, Whitney Houston. I say, if that perm was inspired by Whitney Houston where are the receipts? Show me the receipts of that perm. Thank you, Diane. Anyway, I realized that I hadn't written about Halle Berry in a while but when you mix some of my favorite things; unwed knocked up mothers, home perms, old Whitney Houston jokes, and a keyboard you really have no choice. Good luck with the baby Halle, I'm sure that your "gentleman greeter" must be looking a little bit more like your new perm each and every day. Cheers.
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Perfect. But don't scare me, I thought for one second, Whitney H. was producting spawn once again.
Ooh, she does not look happy. Is it regret? Or is it Memorex?
The fact that you know an old Whitney Houston song is fascinating!
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