I always wondered what happened to Sheryl Crow. In her early albums, she was a real poet but later in her career she turned into a piece of pop fluff, not really turning out anything of interest. Turns out, that’s because she’s been concentrating on the wrong things. Seriously, would you want to stay married to someone who thought 3 sheets of TP were the max limit?
Seeing her wave that hand around just makes me go ick. Will you ever be able to see her again and not wonder about her, ummm, cleanliness? If I’m her PR guy, my resume just hit Monster faster than the poop after chili night.
Related: “All I wanna do is wipe my bum.”
In other poop news, the PoopReport is all the news fit to read while backing the brown Cadillac out of the garage.