I know I just posted about her, but Courtney Stodden never ceases to amaze me. Last time I only commented on what I saw on the outside, but this time I want to learn more about the woman behind the plastic. I want to delve deeper into her subconscious and discover the real C-Stod. Thankfully Courtney is a lyrical genius, and has allowed us to see the inner workings of her peroxide damaged mind.
Aside from her apparent and extremely disturbing Santa complex (did someone get coal one year?), Mrs. Stodden beautifully exemplifies the grace and charm of the english language.
All kidding aside, did she get a thesaurus for Christmas? Who knew that alliteration could be sexy?
OH AND PS: NO ONE WANTS TO RIDE YOUR SLIPPERY SLEIGH.
Little Miss Eden is back and still wasted.
Does Betty Ford take reservations?
It’s a lot more fun than getting a Brazilian blowout.