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Oh brother. So a bunch of reporters and music writers or whatever were dumb enough to agree to spend a week on a plane with Rihanna for her wacky 777 world tour, seven cities in seven days, and then when the thing turned out to be a useless nightmare, as it was always going to be, they started complaining. They moaned on Twitter, they made "Missing" signs for Rihanna because they hadn't gotten to talk to her enough, and some fool streaked out of anger or something. Rihanna was aware of the complaints, so as the plane flew toward the tour's final destination in New York yesterday, Rihanna told her fellow passengers, "I know you guys got barely any dirt. But I had to be good. I still sound like sh--. It's impossible to spend time with everybody, and I'm sorry I didn't. But this was excellent and I would definitely do it again. I would do this next time with more people, more cities and sit back the the fans more. . . I had to preserve my health. Normally, I'd be back here popping bottles with y'all . . . I had to preserve my voice. I was worried about my body more than partying on the plane, so I had to just sleep whenever I could. I hope you guys had as much fun as I did." Which was all very nice of her to say. I mean, she took these bozos on a trip around the world, sort of, for free. And yes they didn't get to spend every waking minute having one-on-one time with Rihanna, but duhhhh. Come on, guys. All these people calling it "disastrous" and whatnot sound like chumps. What did you expect? That you'd spend the week sitting quietly on the plane with Rihanna's head on your shoulder, talking softly about your plans for the future? It was seven cities in seven days and she had to perform at night. She's not a robot, nor are you. So just chill with all this "disaster" nonsense. It's unbecoming. Plus, anyone, literally anyone, you could have asked would have warned you about this. You could have asked an old crone who lives in a faraway shack and she would have said "Wait, what? Oh no, that's going to be a mess. Absolute mess. Now chew on these bones." It was obvious. If you couldn't stand the heat, you should never have gotten on the heat plane. Or whatever. People complaining about this are kind of dumb. That's all. [Us Weekly]
Vroom-vroom driver Danica Patrick has split up with her husband after seven years of marriage, meaning that NASCAR's most popular driver is now single, fellas. I mean, do fellas want to date the vroom-vroom? I know they like when the vroom-vroom cars go fast, but does that mean they want to date the person driving the vroom-vroom? They might not. It might be like kissing Jeff Gordon. If Jeff Gordon had purty hair and hubba-hubba curves. But maybe that means they would want to date Danica Patrick? She makes the cars go fast, yes, but she's also a lady. Does that actually make her the perfect woman, for some people? "She does vroom-vrooms but also has boom-booms, so basically I'm a happy fella." It's possible. If you would like to date her, just go to one of her races and yell her name really loud. That ought to work. [People]