Imagine you’re Chris Brown. Woah woah woah, that wasn’t an invitation to punch the woman nearest to you in the face.
Just cool your jets. Now, imagine you’re Chris Brown. You’ve been convicted of violently attacking Rihanna, so what’s the most important thing you can do? That’s right – keep quiet. And if you really have to do a TV interview, please don’t say that you can’t remember beating Rihanna up. Because, really, only a colossal numpty would try a tactic that ridiculously braindead.
Incidentally, that’s what Chris Brown said to Larry King recently. But it’s OK – he didn’t mean it.
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Remember Chris Brown? You may know him as the giganto-toothed singer who hit Rihanna. Or as the giganto-toothed singer who admitted hitting Rihanna.
Or you may know Chris Brown as the giganto-toothed singer who changed his mind and said that he didn’t hit Rihanna. The point is, it doesn’t matter. All those definitions are obsolete. Because now Chris Brown must only be referred to as the giganto-toothed singer who’s sort of admitted to hitting Rihanna a bit in court but won’t go to jail because he’s going to be a binman instead.
So, you know, please update your files accordingly.
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