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Andrei Kirilenko, the Russian NBA player who plays for the Jazz, has the same type of arrangement/contract with his wife and he speaks about it openly. He says she's the best wife on earth!! lol. Sounds like Jon and Andrei might have a lot to talk about.

"A lot of the time, it was pretty, um, gross listening to her, you know, um — how do I say this? The walls are thin. Let’s just say that. I mean, no one wants to hear his sister having sex, let alone with a married dude who's, like, almost twice her age and who has eight kids and a maybe-crazy wife. Ick. Nast." Wow - so sad.

It's not too far of a stretch to imagine Jon doing something like this.

Kate is an obsessive compulsive, controlling, psycho and that house is total chaos with all those kids and cameras recording their every move.. It's not too far of a stretch to imagine Jon doing something like this.

Kate is an obsessive compulsive, controlling, psycho and that house is total chaos with all those kids and cameras recording their every move.. It's not too far of a stretch to imagine Jon doing something like this.

too funny! I'm putting this on home page.

zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Seriously.

I miss her jet black hair!

Owen looks like a giant compared to Christina.

I still have a crush on Christina Ricci!!

This is a new low for both of them!

She looks like she's on her death bed.

good for you!!!

Creepy!

Creepy!

Can Nicole donate Paris Hilton to charity while she's at it? I'm sure there'd be a pretty good tax write-off in it for her.

Way to go!

Oh wait, are those my favorite Christmas cookies? Mmmmmm - Christmas cookies.

What's a Pirates favorite letter? RRRRRRRR

What happened to Marie?

Carl Spackler: I smell varmint poontang. And the only good varmint poontang is dead varmint poontang, I think.

Carl Spackler: License to kill gophers by the government of the United Nations. Man, free to kill gophers at will. To kill, you must know your enemy, and in this case my enemy is a varmint. And a varmint will never quit - ever. They're like the Viet Cong - Varmint Cong. So you have to fall back on superior intelligence and superior firepower. And that's all she wrote.

Carl Spackler: So I jump ship in Hong Kong and make my way over to Tibet, and I get on as a looper at a course over in the Himalayas. A looper, you know, a caddy, a looper, a jock. So, I tell them I'm a pro jock, and who do you think they give me? The Dalai Lama, himself. Twelfth son of the Lama. The flowing robes, the grace, bald... striking. So, I'm on the first tee with him. I give him the driver. He hauls off and whacks one - big hitter, the Lama - long, into a ten-thousand foot crevasse, right at the base of this glacier. Do you know what the Lama says? Gunga galunga... gunga, gunga-galunga. So we finish the eighteenth and he's gonna stiff me. And I say, "Hey, Lama, hey, how about a little something, you know, for the effort, you know." And he says, "Oh, uh, there won't be any money, but when you die, on your deathbed, you will receive total consciousness." So I got that goin' for me, which is nice.