“Make me a sammich” is so cliche and frankly it’s easy to do. Too easy. I tell my husband “grill me a salmon” and he does and we are a happy couple and so someone please have me on tv to talk about my marriage tips.

Look at a pulled pork sandwich. Talk to the pig it once was.

Seems appropriate.

Let’s talk about the creep who rummaged through Britney’s trash and the other creep who paid 60 bucks for it.

I guess there’s always the possibility that it’s a complete split personality type thing—she only saw what he wanted her to see. I have found her comments to be less the ‘I can’t believe this because this its so contrary to everything in our life’ and more of a ‘I don’t see the problems with who he is/what these women…

Doesn’t this kind of make you wonder what’s been happening in their marriage? Some of his heinous behavior must spill over into their marriage. Abuse? Non-consensual sex? Drug use? I find it impossible to imagine that they’re living a 1950s-’Leave it to Beaver’-esq lifestyle while this is going on.