Pamela Anderson – Kid Rock Marriage Crashes November 27, 2006
Posted by Michael in Ducks, Science, Sports.trackback
Along with people of good will everywhere, I celebrated their marriage, and toasted their future of marital bliss with a post at Ace of Spades HQ.
Can anyone deny that this seemed to be a marriage made in heaven? They seemed to be so perfect together, the quintessential American couple, the very embodiment of the “family values” that have made this nation great.
I am devastated, devastated I say, by the news that the sacred union of this modern-day Cinderella and Prince Charming has not worked out.
20 minutes ago
LOS ANGELES – Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock each filed divorce papers Monday seeking to end their marriage of less than four months. Anderson’s representative would not comment on the reason or any particulars of the divorce. Anderson and Rock, whose real name is Robert Ritchie, each cited “irreconcilable differences” in their divorce filings in Los Angeles County Superior Court.
“Yes, it’s true,” Anderson wrote in a brief statement on her Web site. “Unfortunately impossible.”
A message left with Ritchie’s attorney wasn’t immediately returned.
The relationship between Anderson, 39, and Ritchie, 35, has been a turbulent one since they became engaged in 2002. They broke up the following year, but later reunited and held several wedding ceremonies over the summer.
Nooooooooooooo!!! Say it ain’t so!!!
What can we believe in any more?
I guess there’s always Yoko Ono, and the Quest For World Peace.
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Innocent Bystanders 
Now, maybe, she’ll return my calls.
and held several wedding ceremonies over the summer
I bet they did it for the gifts. Imagine being their friend – having to buy a blender or dinner set numerous times in one summer! Oy.
Now they’ll throw divorce ceremonies for more gifts.
Maybe Kid Rock wasn’t ugly enough for her.
Kid Rock put up with a lot of shit from her and for her.
He’s a hick, yes, but he did a lot more for her than she did for him.
They have basicaly been together for like 4 years, Rob put up with crazy tommy, faced off with crazy tommy, played the lawyeristic thing with tommy when he grabbed pam in front of him, but constantly tolerated her trust of tommy because they had children together.
Pam’s batshit stupid, not crazy outright flogging stupid, and rob, being a loser, thought he could save a hot chick from a lifetime of horrible choices.
I side with Rob, think is that pam is a canadian, she’s used to general and universal abuse, no matter robs kindness.
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Michael?
This counts as english?
Wickedpinto:
I keep trying to enforce some standards, and the cretins around here mock me and call me a spelling Nazi. I’m telling you, site administration is a thankless job.
By the way, why do you always address someone with a question mark after their name? I don’t get that. Their name is not a question. You already know the frickin’ name. You’re not asking if you have it right. Use a frickin’ colon.
Sheesh.
Originally, I was hoping that Innocent Bystanders would be a dignified forum for thoughtful and erudite commentary on matters of public importance. Like Pam Anderson’s divorce, for example.
Then Bart showed up. It’s been downhill ever since.
Yeah, I use the question mark, because I don’t expect a response, so it’s kinda like the uncool kid going “Sir?” at the back of the room, I noticed that the other day.
Originaly, I meant it as a precurser, “Michael? Do you know that I’m gonna ask you a question?” but I’m a little more humble now. so all namefied prefaces are “Sir?” ish in nature.
Wickedpinto:
I love your show, really, but for the record, I’m not buying it. You misspell “originally.” Then you correctly use a word like “precursor” but also spell it wrong. Then you expect people to buy your humble Chicago psycho homeboy shit.
You need to dumb down your vocabulary to make this work.
Michael,
It is absolutely true.
I read MUCH more than I write. I wrote a lot of professional documents when I was in the Marine Corps, and as my brother was building himself as something of a supervisor I did his re-writes, I NEVER did my own spell checks, in fact, I made a point of tossing in ridiculous references to make sure that the people I’m writing for (since I get no credit) would always review the things I wrote for them.
I would print out papers for my my platoon commander, and SNCOIC when I was platoon clerk, pubs clerk, training clerk, security clerk and assistant inventory clerk while also being a 2881/5911/6341 (my MOS didn’t require much effort to tell the truth, we were a VERY well trained MOS, we could cary carrie, shoulder a lot of slack on our shoulders.) and he would only correct my spelling.
My brother, when I wrote his boss papers, would correct content to make it sound like it was from he, rather than me, and e-mail me back using the highlight option on MSWord.
But my spelling?
I really do screw it up that bad. That is absolutely real. Theres a lot of other schticks that can be challenged, but not my spelling.
It is absolutely true.
No, sorry, not buying it.
You are some egghead graduate student at NYU majoring in Communications. You are writing a doctoral dissertation on blogs, and we are part of your experiment. You are not a Marine, and you are a virgin.
It’s all so obvious.
Like I mentioned Michael, I respect the nature of IB, and I try not to lie, I try not to be overly offensive (other than a brief and specific statement consisting of nothing other than maybe Shit, or one or two uses of the F word).
IB is a clicque, and I don’t want to violate the small trusts that I have been offered, in fact, if you track such things, I have been an extraordinarily contrite and weak player here ever since I dicked up and offended feisty, by roping in my crazy to the max, and letting it take hold.
I’m Very bad at lying, because, there is no reason for me to, I can be offensive, or impressive, or entertaining without lying. Not because of who I am, but because I’m fortunate enough to know people who I might speak for in their stead, though I don’t deserve to be their voice, their voices should already be heard, and their idea’s already known.
thats why I’m crazy, I am pretty crazy, I exaggerate the schtic so that I’m never taken so seriously for myself, and I AM from Chicago, and I AM from the same town as Gene Sheppard (spelling) author of “A Christmas Story” and I was a Marine, and I do tend to quite a lot of jobs, and take on a lot of jobs, that is really unfair to others, since, I don’t care about them, and since I took them, I stole them from someone who could have made a career of them.
There is a lot of selfishness to my worklife, I see it as a “conservative jack kerouac” experiment.
There are a LOT of failures that I am guilty of, and I admit them openly, if I ever said “one time I…” At MOST I’m guilty of flavor, but all the facts, and all the meaning are true. Which in itself is a failure, but it’s an honest one, that I accept.
I understand the natural scepticism (spelling?) that comes with some of my more exreme stories (though they are true, at least when I attribute them to myself, or to my own experience) but it doesn’t change the fact that they are true.
They really are.
Michael, it is late, are you fucking with me, hoping that I’m drunk and I’m gonna dump some extra personal information?
I got kicked out of highschool after I flipped an english teachers desk, I quit university while “working” on an engineering degree because my best friend came home on leave before going to macedonia with the army and reminded me, and others while we were drinking underage “(wickedpinto) is the only guy I know who went to college TO! join the Marine Corps!!” thats a true quote, and I went to meps the next thursday evening, I missed 3 finals.
I Did screw up a lot, I DID get court-martialed (I’m not proud, I’m honest) and I did spend a month in the brigg, (reading fletch novels) and I did get a Navy Achievement Medal even though I don’t have a good conduct medal, and I did leave with a 1A classification, and I do mourne the fact that couldn’t find a way to be a marine anymore, without suffering abuse every day.
I Admit freely Michael.
Sometimes people with noggins, ain’t just grad students fighting for a proper social voice, soemtimes people with noggins are born and raised with a desire to be grad students, with naturaly developed social voices.
WP:
Relax. I’m just fucking with your head.
Go to bed.
HELL!!!
I might as well be an NYU grad student in comunications, cuz it takes my dumb ass 10 minutes to read sarcasm.
I still think Kid Rock/”Bob” is the good guy in this.
My bet, Pam is a crazy bitch, (she DID marry tommy lee, TWICE!) and pam went all crazy and divorced “kid rock”/”Bob” (I understand his friends call him bob) for crazy reasons, and bob, being a nice guy didn’t lay any crap on her.
WP:
Want some truth?
On any Myers-Briggs personality test, I score as an iNTj. We are relatively uncommon. Maybe 3% of the overall population.
Meaning, I am a highly manipulative person. I remember visiting a web site that said that Hannibal Lector is a type of the iNTj profile.
I know you are a Marine. I know you have broken some bitches.
So go to bed.
Michael?
(this time the question mark is applicable)
Can you make the link to the Scalzi morale booster, of a free copy of his book to anyone serving in Iraq or Afghanistan?
FREE DIGITAL COPY OF GHOST BRIGADES to every servicemember overseas.
True, it’s also a PR move, but I trust scalzi, he’s not a prick, he just wants to give them a gift within his powers.
I’m not even close to drunk michael, though I’m tickling at tired.
But it is time for me to rest.
OUT!
not quite out.
HUGGS!!!!
now out.
I find it hard to spell:
A. Szechwan
B. Acquire
C. Onomatopoeia
D. when I’m drunk
That didn’t even make any sense. I’m slipping. I’m working late tonight, and it’s doing bad things to my brain.
What’s the worst thing about getting divorced?
A. Alimony
B. Hearing snotty I-told-you-so’s
C. You know she’s gonna get laid again before you do
D. Unlike riding a bicicle, it turns out you can forget how to date
I’m telling you, site administration is a thankless job.
Right. Becaus you weren’t a fussy bitch at all before this site came into exitence.
*sets timer*
God your crule, lauraw. Thats tortruing me, to.
Ya’ll are crackin’ me up!
I agree with WP about Kid Rock. I’ve never given two shits about Pamela Anderson. She’s so damned false. But I remember when we first started the war in Iraq. Kid Rock, Dr. Dre, and others were out. Dre and the others were going to see that cocksucker Michael Moore’s Fahrenheit 911. Bob, as WP calls him, refused to go with them. During the ensuing disagreement, he told Dre that everything that’s great about this country, everything good here, we’ve had to fight for. The dude’s alright in my book. ‘Sides, I dig his song Cowboy.
MIchael?
Hey, you’re a fussy bitch
But you spell so good you’re on top of it.
When you dream, Pinto’s makin’ you uptight
cuz he won’t spell right and that’s got you pissed off
…and I still can’t get onto AoSHQ. At this rate I have a long bleak day of productivitiy to look forward to.
geoff?
Since you first mentioned not being able to get into AoS, I tried it.
No problem then or now.
Looks like your computer dudes where you work might have added AoS to their kid filter.
Looks like your computer dudes where you work might have added AoS to their kid filter.
Well, I work out of my house, and I’m the only computer dude we’ve got. I’ll try unplugging the modem and see if a different IP address will help.
Oooohhhh. That worked like a champ. I’ll stop whining.
About that.
Ace probably blocked that other IP because one of the annoying Trolls used your computer when you weren’t looking.
Who cares? He’s no-talent white trash, and she’s got so many plastic parts that she’s hardly female anymore. Hell with ’em.