Avril Lavigne is really, really stupid. I'm just making sure thats clear for all of you who haven't read a blog, any blog, in the last three years. I'd venture a guess that the first sentence above is the most often used blog entry title on the internet (besides, of course, the ubiqitous: "Hot Amateur Nude!"; or the million variations of "Lindsey Lohan is a huge fucking trainwreck"). The latest incident happened recently during a concert in Montreal, where she announced that she was "so happy to be back home... in Ontario, Canada". For those of you who are geographically-challenged, as Ms. Lavigne seems to be, Montreal is located in Quebec... not Ontario. Which is quite embarassing, seeing how Avril happens to be Canadian herself.
So, basically, this is the equivilent of someone living in Albany thinking that they actually live in Vermont, and not New York. Which is, admittedly, quite stupid. That being said, I'm quite certain that Avril Lavigne's life is far too occupied by purchasing Gucci wifebeaters to bother cracking open an atlas. And besides, as much as I love our cleaner, friendlier neighbor to the north... what are they going to do about it? Beat her to death with the Stanley Cup? Wait. That might not be a bad weapon. The sheer volume of disease that was embued onto that particular trophy over its scandalous lifetime would probably be enough to strike one dead upon first touch. So I guess what I'm saying is... I need to obtain the Stanley Cup... for its horrible powers.
And then I'll fuck Avril Lavigne. Oh. How uncouth.
Source (IDLYITW)...
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