While the rest of the world ponders Whitney Houston and a certain baby’s existence, I find more comfort with the news that Barbara Walters is batshit insane.
While the rest of the world ponders Whitney Houston and a certain baby’s existence, I find more comfort with the news that Barbara Walters is batshit insane.
This is going to be like that time that Ben Grimm thought Lockjaw spoke to him, except it was really Gorgon and Karnak playing a joke on him.
And the next day, there’s a day devoted to her.
Well let’s be reasonable. It’s not like she’s Son of Sam or anything.
She’s not, right?
Right?