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First, I'm supposed to believe that these two guys aren't related? Come on. Either Barry's plastic surgeon is an Aiken fan, or Barry's sperm spent some time with Ms. Aiken at some point. So, if this isn't enough to send my little mind 'a reelin', I'm now supposed to accept Clay Aiken's a father. Supposedly, (according to his website) the mother of his love baby is his "best friend" and producer of several of his albums.
I'm sorry......call me a little shallow, but if my husband ever describes me as his "best friend" in his opening sentence about me to the press then he'll get sucker-punched. He better refer to me as the "love of his life", "the sexiest woman alive", or simply as "his bitch". Anything is more interesting than "best friend".
No offense to my honey, but I've got a best friend. We talk on the phone every morning while drinking coffee. We bitch about the kids, our weight, and the weather. We plan more happy hour cocktail nights than we attend, and we always take each other's sides (right or wrong). However, we don't think of each other when buying lingerie, discuss babymaking details, or shower, shave, and dress for each other's arrival.
Is this like one of those Michael Jackson things where we don't really know what happened? Does anyone really believe Michael Jackson has ever been in the heat of passion with a full-grown woman? I'm not trying to insinuate any similarities between Michael and Clay outside of baby-making or lack there of, so please don't post any comments about his manliness. I get nauseous enough changing my son's poopy diapers.
