Brandi Glanville had everything working for at her book signing. Her award winning semi-sober smile. Makeup caked on in all the right spots. Several copies of her book, I’m an Inebriated Whore, Somebody Please Bury Me in the Desert, and tons of cameras and publicity assistants at the ready. She was just missing one thing. People. Where were the throngs of people looking to scoop up the seventh book of the ex-wife of an actor nobody has ever heard of before he started sleeping with LeAnn Rimes? Maybe they were giving away free toxic shock tampons or something down the street, because something has to explain why the room was empty. At one point somebody did come by, but just to ask why Barnes and Noble no longer carried men’s magazines in their free reading racks. Maybe Kindle sales are skyrocketing.
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