A Brief History Of Mean Things I Have Said About Kelly Clarkson
Sometime during freshman year: My friend Hilary and I christen her “Fatty Clarkbars,” a name that we continue to use to this day
Today: My friend Aleya posts K-Cal’s (or Fatty Clarkbars, whatever you’d like to refer to her as) performance of the National Anthem on my wall to remind me that despite my hope that she would pull a Christina, she did a good job. I responded with this:
WE GET IT. She managed to take her face out of the feeding trough long enough to learn all the words and deliver them admirably. The real question is, how long after finishing her performance was she in line at Taco Bell, buying out their entire stock of taco 12 packs for her Super Bowl party (of one)?
Disclaimer: Yes, I know this is mean, and making fun of someone’s weight is a very “pot, kettle, black” situation, but if you weren’t prepared for something like this, why are you reading this blog? Serious question. Also, I actually really like Kelly Clarkson, but I’ve never been one to shy away from an easy and/or offensive joke, so here we are.
