It's like having a car wreck in your room.  I'm sitting here flipping through all nine channels in the hotel room and three of them are going in depth on Anna Nichole.  Thank God Court TV has the World's Greatest Car Chases or I'd go nuts.  I mean how much national interest can there be in a dead stripper?

In the end that's all she really was.  A stripper that got lucky.  She slid up and down a dirty brass pole to earn a living.  She was paying the rent one lap dance at a time.  For a couple of dollars she'd give a man a wink and push her tits in his face.  That's it.  That's what she was.

Yes she got lucky when an old man decided to marry her so he could have a little fun before he died.  And good for him.  He was a rich guy that wanted to rub up on some big tits before he checked out.  He got his fun and she should have gotten paid for her time.  No big deal.  The American Dream comes true.

She's dead and still we keep watching.  I don't get it.  Shouldn't we be focused on world hunger or peace on Earth for all mankind?  Hell, at least we could be curing cancer. 

Anna was a great pair of tits and a nice smile.  Now she's dead.  Let's let her go.

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TC

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