I’ll be honest, I wasn’t sure a wedding day would ever come for Jessica Simpson with her baby daddy/fianc? Eric Johnson.? In case buying her own engagement ring wasn’t enough of a rocky start, they’ve thrown in having a couple of babies (adorable babies, mind you), and have let a few years go by with no movement forward.
But gold digging wannabe men everywhere, don’t lose hope!? The day finally arrived, Eric Johnson has secured himself a lifetime of spousal support, and Jessica can go back to pretending she didn’t peak during his marriage to Nick Lachey.
Nick Lachey was on a late night talk show (on cable, nothing fancy) still trying to bring some relevance to himself.? Since he doesn’t get enough attention for hosting a mediocre singing competition, he decided to drudge up a little decades old fight between his band and another shitty ass group of has beens.
The organisers of Hard Rock Calling, that sort of festival like thing that happens in Hyde Park every summer that isn't the O2 Wireless festival, have decided that former Fall Out Boy bassist and pioneer of the musical equivalent of object d?, Pete Wentz, is a suitable choice for a battle of the bands judge.
Why, God, why? It was bad enough that you split Jon and Kate up. But Nick Lachey and Vanessa Minnillo too? You sick omniscient sod.


