I know, I know, EVERYONE AND THEIR MOTHER IS TALKING ABOUT KENDRA WILKINSON and her interview with Us Weekly and her eventual wedding to Hank Baskett (Philly Eagles wide receiver)... and I know, I have NOT mentioned it. Until now. And the only reason I am mentioning it is because some jackass asked me why I had failed to mention it. And rather than emailing that person back, I am addressing everyone on the issue.

I did not address all the crap going on with Kendra Wilkinson before because I DO NOT CARE. We only know her name because she lived at the Playboy mansion and slept with Hugh Hefner a bit. Had Hefner not decided to try for a fun show, we never would have known her name, she just would have been girlfriend number whatever. But, they did make a show, one that I couldn't handle watching because it made me dumber by the second, and now everyone seems to care about her life. I don't. I don't care who she screws. I don't care who she marries. And I don't care if she told the world that she cheated on Hefner and only saw him randomly walking the halls of the mansion. Really. Don't care. 

And you want to know the honest reason that I don't care? I hate her laugh. Yup. It's that annoying laugh that makes me not want to bother writing about whatever's going on in her life. Call me rude or a bitch or whatever. But it's true. If I laughed like that, I'd go nuts. But luckily for her, she has big boobs, so nobody cares about her laugh. Congrats on the future marriage (if it really happens, you just never know), and I wish her all the love and happiness in the world - just don't laugh on TV. Ever again.