Daniel O'Brien
Rosie O’Donnell’s book, Celebrity Detox, comes out this week. Hoping to conquer the important and elusive People-Who-Need-Help-Throwing-Up demographic, O’Donnell manages to cram childhood molestation, her bowel peculiarities, her hatred for Donald Trump, and the details of the insemination process of her partner into just 209 pages.
Is it possible to come up with a celebrity that’s even more irritating than Rosie O’Donnell coming out with a book that’s more conducive to vomiting? It’s tough, but not impossible, and I just wouldn’t be doing my job as a CRACKED blogger if I didn’t at least try.
