You might think I’m following the Brittany Murphy story a little too closely, but no one ever complained about that back in the salad days of Simon Scowl and John Edwards. I’m just sayin’.
I was fascinated with the idea that a sexy, young Hollywood starlet type could fall for a schlubby, unkempt, unshaven type. Especially one who would defend her against the scurrilous, absolutely untrue allegations that her purse was a portable pharmacy.
Not me of course. I wear a monocle and top hat for breakfast. More for you, really.And my purse is a portable — well, never mind.
Admit it: some of you laughed when I suggested it might not have been a dragon attack that killed her.
Surprise!
Coroner officials said Murphy had gone into sudden cardiac arrest because of “drug intake,” and the Dec. 20 death was classified as an accident. They said an autopsy report would be available in two weeks.
It really is all very sad. But let this be a lesson to you. Next time some beefy, sexy, and unshaven Lothario offers you unconditional love if you’ll just let him have a credit card and your bank account number, don’t give it to him.
I wouldn’t. Not again.









Britney Spears has been doing so well for a while now. It’s been at least a year since she last shaved her head or hit any cars with an umbrella or 
