I feel compelled to blog this only because I, like other folks, fell for this ploy ... but I don't feel as bad as the people at US Weekly, who allegedly paid for the "exclusive" on the nuptials of Heidi Montag and Spencer Pratt.
Apparently, the marriage is an invention of their money-grubbing imagination. The union won't be recognized in the U.S. unless they actually get married here. How convenient.
Oh, and naturally a camera crew from MTV's "The Hills" just happened to be following the couple as this unfolded in Mexico. Man, Speidi sure knows how to make money in a slumping economy.
Heidi's poor family had no idea what was going on. But, if I were them, I'd be more mortified by the fact that the talentless Heidi continues to let freaky Spencer run her life ... I wonder how much money Speidi thinks it can make by having a Baby Speidi? 'Cause, for them, it seems to be all about the ka-ching.
PREVIOUSLY ON THE BEEHIVE
- Oh no, she didn't
FELICIA MATLOSZ!
I just woke up from a very disturbing dream in which Heidi Montag was walking me around her old high school, introducing me to other people I didn't care to meet while Spencer Pratt talked s*** about bloggers.
I. Blame. You.
I never read anything about these fools (which is hard to do when you read 20 gossip sites a day), save for when they are the Beehive. The fact that they have somehow invaded my dreams leads me to believe that you are to blame.
Hate! Hate! Hate! Hate!
Miss Heather, did someone gorge on too much carbs, triptophan and sugar on Thanksgiving? 'Cause me thinks someone's just a wee bit cranky this morning. Just a bit.
But, if I must be blamed, I'll take responsibility. I had no idea I could influence your dreams ... hey, maybe I could get a job on "The Mentalist" and work with Simon Baker.
Hells yes I'm cranky! Wouldn't you be if you dreamed about this two-headed publicity-whoring monster?
I'm going to have to do a post about Jim Halpert now, and hope for the best when I go to sleep tonight.
For that task? I'd go with Jon Hamm!