That billionaire Taylor Swift might suffer from jet lag,

after returning to the States from China, affecting her at the Super Bowl, does not affect me a jot or one iota. I already have zero sympathy or pity for this egotistical, overblown mega-pop icon.

During the game, all women watching got to see what a ‘desirable’ hunk-hero Travis Kelce was as he melted down easily, bumped into his coach and screamed directly into his face because he couldn’t get onto the field to impress his girlfriend. That is the barbaric animal Swift wants to marry. Doh. Like, how long before he abuses her? Her impending choice smacks of a lack of smarts and common sense observation.

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