Stacy Keibler Might Be In Trouble

Stacy Keibler Might Be In Trouble

and Steve-O might be in luck. We'll get to that.

For right now, take a good look at Stacy Keibler. She is a primo piece of Tinsel Town arm candy for George Clooney, having parlayed her years in cheerleading, pro wrestling and her stint on DWTS into a helluva career for herself. Not by just hoping for it, but she made it happen. Which makes what's might happen soon all the more disturbing.

Last night schitZen vane was actually startled from slumber by a strange thought. It literally inspired this post. Is George Clooney going to "fuck the brains out" of Stacy Keibler? Seems strange, yes, but there's a reason why this thought occurred and that subject will be broached very shortly.

Is this a shot of Clooney checking to see if Stacy is showing signs that he has indeed "fucked her brains out yet?" An eye twitch, spasm at the corner of her mouth, one of her breasts bouncing up, while the other went down when she walked. George seems to be studying her face rather intently. Does he notice something that he may have seen in another?

And if the Cloonman can't discern with absolute certainty whether, or not Stacy's noggen is getting progressively more hollow from incessant poundage just by observation, he may ask the question with a cutsie-cute manner used on somebody with the mental capacity of a 3 year old. 'Cause if Stacy still has some wattage upstairs, she'll just think it's sweet. Of course, referring to himself in the third person, it would sound like, "has Georgy-Worgey fucked Stacy-Wacy's wittle bwains out? Huh?" Tapping his finger on the end of her nose. Not so subtle, but effective. Hey, dude can't start showing up on the red carpet with a chick who looks phenomenal, but starts walking straight into metal barricades and ornamental planters. Reaching for the flashes from camera bulbs, like she's trying to catch 'em, talkin' 'bout "pretty fireflies," especially with the Oscars so close. Then again, does Stacy really even have to say anything?

Now, to Elisabeta Cannalis, who is getting canolied by Steve-O. If you didn't know, now ya know. The unbelievable has seemed to become the sadly accepted foregone.

"Oh, come on!" some may shout. "Steve-O is scoring one for all us ordinary schleps with little to no hope of bangin' a top shelf piece of Eurotail, like Elisabeta!" Really? You want Steve-O wearing the yellow jersey in the Tour De Pants? Nah-ah! No! Niet! Nein!

Any a-hole who is douchey enough to cover their back with a tattoo of their own face doesn't deserve to be sending his gondola down Elisabeta's love canal.


Which brings me to the point. George Clooney is fucking the brains out of his women, then cutting them loose. How else do you explain Elisabeta letting Steve-O get all, Maximus Decimus on her lower Meridius? That's it. Cloonman fucked Elisabeta's brains out. Now she can't figure out what dude with some celebrity is higher up on the proverbial food chain. And she's probably obsessed with very shiny pennies, as well. Poor thing.

Shiny Pen-ny?

Or maybe, just maybe Elisabeta knows exactly what she's doing and is playing those who are watching, for suckers. Maybe she really liked her experience on DWTS, finding a kindred dance spirit in Steve-O, so they spend their time tripping the light fantastic, which doesn't include the horizontal limbo. And the exposure is just keeping her name out there. If she is a mindless dolt, with Keibler destined to the same fate, then Steve-O may have some more top notch poon to plunder on the horizon.