I wonder what are the necessary qualifications an individual must possess before being allowed to have a street, park, bench, or any other publicly shared entity named after them. I propose they name an STD after Farrah Abraham. It just seems fitting at this point. She gets under your skin, refuses to away, and no one has found a cure yet. The attention seeking thing with tits is tantamount to herpes. I was hoping a few left hooks from Hoopz would end up putting the virus on ice for good, but the fight was canceled. And Abraham doesn’t seem to be slowing down her crusade of putting everyone at risk by just existing. Apparently, she’s the victim in all of this.
Farrah Abraham is on the verge of having a real fight on her hands — a legal one, anyway — if she keeps talking smack. A lawyer repping celeb boxing promoter Damon Feldman has fired off a cease and desist letter to Farrah threatening to sue her ass if she continues trash talking him and the event … slated to go down Saturday in Atlantic City.
I was actually looking forward to a Farrah Abraham boxing match. Actually I look forward to any promise of Farrah being punched in the face. Referee there or not. Regular boxing these days has pretty much been reduced down to rowdy Mexicans and Modelo ads. If I wanted to see that I’d buy a plane ticket to Tijuana and look for the nearest bar. Trump still swears to build the wall so it may be the end of modern boxing as we know it. Post-wall may involve Canelo trying to fight past border agents instead of a worthy contender. At least MMA is on the uprise, and if things continue at this pace we should see organized competitive knife fighting by 2050. Crossing fingers.