Trying way too hard
Alas, the Richards-Sambora union was all about trying too hard. But then again, isn't that what Denise is all about?
I've never thought much of Denise Richards because she was always so self-absorbed and eager for publicity. She sure has seemed to be in a hurry to leave her past behind her. But now I've heard she might have pretty good reason to.
Word on the blind vice circuit is that Denise met her former husband (whose name rhymes with gnarly bean) at the house of a certain Hollywood madam (whose name rhymes with tidy mice) - he as a client, she as a service provider. Perhaps the bean loved what he saw, and thought by taking her out of there, he could have the best of both worlds - a little wifey with cheerleading skills. (Bean do love those pom-pom's.)
Richards, however, saw the proposal as her ticket to ride in an upright position, and once she was firmly esconced, decided she was reformed. The marriage was doomed from then on - little miss trampy pants had nothing else to bring to the table.
No one's quite sure when Denise's dalliance with Richie began, but I seriously doubt he knew about all this when he was lured away from Heather Locklear (ARE YOU NUTS, MAN?!?), his wife of ten years. I don't get it - Denise could never hold a candle to her. Ah well, no worries now - they're said to be over. Will Heather take him back, sunburn, potbelly and all?
