Thrifty
Thrifty: (Adjective) Of a person using money and other resources carefully and not wastefully.This story broke last Friday and darn near slipped under my radar, but luckily I was able to catch it in time. Psycho hose beast and overall villainous skank Linda Hogan is claiming that she's broke, despite the $40 grand she's receiving per month in temporary alimony payments.
"They have to tell me why she's out of money. They have to show me in bank statements," Ann Loughridge Kerr, the lawyer for Hulk Hogan -- whose legal name is Terry Bollea -- told the Tampa Bay Tribune. (Source)
Pretty much the only acceptable answer to the question "What the fuck does Linda Hogan spend all her money on?" would be donating $35,000 per month to the family of John Graziano, the kid who's life her loser, delinquent of a son effectively ruined. But unfortunately, the real, more predictable answer is cosmetic surgery and college tuition for her skeevy 19-year-old boyfriend. And on that note, I would also predictably like to say that I hope Linda Hogan dies horribly, preferable by choking on collagen and being set on fire. I don't really can't explain how the fire would factor in with the "choking on collagen" aspect -- but what can I say? It's always been a little dream of mine.
STAY-see! Stacey!!
LINDA HOGAN and DAVID SPADE! c'mon -- that one's so obvious, and there has got to be a massive skank-loser punchline in there so delicious that even the most pop-culturaphobic would pay real money to se it.
It's like a punchline to a segment on "The Smoking Gun Presents World's Dumbest J-List Celebrity Hook-ups". And the real laugher would be to see Lief Garrett or the douchebad fat white guy who talks like he's a black girl on Jerry Springer fire off shitty one-liners as the story unfolds in all its gory glory.
I get that the Hogans are horrible, horrible human beings, all four of them. And I get that John Graziano's injuries are horrific and his life is effectively over.
But is Nick Hogan entirely responsible for that? I mean, from what I read, John Graziano was a friend of Nick Hogan, not some random passer-by. He knew Nick was a street racer, he chose to get into the car with him, and he wasn't wearing his frickin' seat belt. While street racing. Not wearing his seat belt.
Isn't this kind of a "lay down with reckless, drunk douches, get up with part of your skull missing" morality tale?
Yes, the victim-blaming Hogans deserve every bit of the hot shit slung at them -- but John was not forced into the car at gunpoint. Yes, it's absolutely a tragedy. But he's not a sainted martyr, which is the impression I sometimes get in these Hogan posts.