So have you had enough of Anna Nicole Smith yet?
Here is my crackpot theory on what happened to her. Since NASA was getting a lot of bad publicity thanks to the Astro-Nut, they needed another media firestorm. So their PR people dumped all of the variables into the NASA SGITM Altix™ 3000 supercomputer (I honestly tried to be a smart ass and make this up but there really is a NASA supercomputer) to figure out what event could divert the media away from the "astronaut lady who drove 900 miles in adult diapers soon to be a Lifetime movie of the week” frenzy. And the supercomputer spit out two scenarios: Justin Timberlake suffers an unusual erectile injury or the death of Anna Nicole Smith. So they flipped a coin, let the Killer Klowns from Outer Space out for a few hours to do their bidding, and now we are in day 7 of the Anna Nicole Smith media blitz. Those folks at NASA are pretty smart … they did put a man on the moon (allegedly) after all.
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P.S. This post was written in support of the "Ass Clown is way better than Ass Hat" movement.