Darn it ... This time I really thought it was going to last. Never mind what I said in July.But I guess the romance of Pam Anderson and Kid Rock is really the same old story: How many of us have had lavish wedding ceremonies in in France, California, Michigan and Tennessee, only to wake up four months later and realize that we were married to a scuzzy dirtbag and/or a trashy bimbo?
No reason yet for the breakup, but I think we all know who Kid Rock is really in love with. Meanwhile, it looks like it will be up to a judge to decide custody of the tremendous bosoms.
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Did I really have to see Borat in a thong? Isn't there some sort of cuortesy warning you could've thrown my way? That's a lifetime's worth of internet trauma.
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