Rock Monsters

I don't quite know what I am looking at here, but I see a couple of rock monsters with claw hands with too much fake tanning cream and Beth's D List diamond on display. Howard is so proud he could buy his second wife a dull white diamond engagement ring that suddenly had diamonds falling out of it, as Howard stated himself on his radio show. Yes, that diamond ring that he could purchase after SiriusXM finally signed the contracts and paid him some dough and stock options to start broadcasting from a dish floating in outer space so little Howard had to get busy and market the "straight guy" routine and hetero marriage vows were on there way to a ghost writer in time for a couple of weddings to take place in 2008 for the happy couple.

Beth posted a photo of her and Howard's decrepit hands on her InstaTwit sites on their anniversary. It's the second diamond ring Howard mysteriously came up with. It still looks as flat and dull as his satellite radio show, but it is slightly larger than the first crappy ring he bought his prize catch from a defunct escort, I mean, modeling agency.

You get what you pay for and I can see when you are an ugly Hausfrau, grungy and wilted wearing hideous kitchen clothes while holding a dead chicken with its head hacked off and lemons up its butt you can expect a D List engagement ring.

I doubt Beth can read this without her bifocals, but this blogger has documented in the past various rings that have beat Beth's ring by a full ten lengths and not even coming close to a dead heat. Howard thinks he is making everyone jealous when all he accomplished was a hole in his bank accounts with his three offspring scrambling to see why their trust funds took a dip in 2006.

Howard claims to be worth just under a billion dollars and purchased a 52 million dollar home in Florida. One wonders why he had to quickly dump some cash into real estate, and one wonders where it came from. Howard obviously did not invest in a quality diamond for his low class idiot wife, but then, she would never know if it was paste or platinum. We only hope that after death and taxes, the ring will be worth something on the auction block. I guess it depends on the manner of death and who goes first....just wondering.

Well, Bethie, hope you had a happy anal-versary, and while you were eating crow with the hubby you can eat your heart out for breakfast pondering the jewels that are well out of your reach. Sometimes it's really not all about the marriage license, but the jewels in the vault and who has the combination.