Jennifer Love Hewitt Attracts The Pathetic Dead
In a startling case of pure coincidence, actress Jennifer Love Hewitt – star of the hit CBS drama “Ghost Whisperer” – recently enlisted the help of Mary Ann Winkowski, the real life “bullshit artist” she portrays on the show, after concluding that the strange sound coming from her kitchen had to be a ghost and not something feasible like a 12-inch rat or homeless Cuba Gooding Jr. looking for food.
From Contact Music:
Winkowski says, “It was almost like a ’stalker-ghost’. He went to the same high school that she went to. “Apparently when this guy died, they went to clean out his house and he had a whole wall of nothing but her pictures on it.” Love Hewitt says, “I wasn’t really scared by him, but I thought maybe he should be in another place. That way things would stop rattling in my kitchen.”
Call me a skeptic but when the star of a one-hour television drama about ghosts purportedly has a real-life encounter with one, I just can’t help but cry out “BULLSHIT”. But that’s probably because I’ve lived a pretty long life up until now and have yet to come across anything even remotely ghostly or supernatural myself. Unless, of course, you count my run ins with Nicole Kidman, which I personally find to be a lot more ghastly than ghostly, but hey, what the hell do I know? I’ve never even had the balls to touch her and find out.
Source: [Contact Music]
Note To Jennifer Love Hewitt’s Stalker Ghost: If you really do exist, then you are truly the most pathetic ghost to have ever not lived. To have squandered your ghostly powers on someone like Love – as she likes to be called – is like driving 2,000 miles to Disney World only to pull into the K-Mart across the street so you can ride the little plastic horsey next to the gumball machine. It’s a complete and utter waste of fucking time and talent and you should really be glad that you were finally exorcised from her house because now maybe you can actually go off and haunt some good-looking chicks instead of one that looks a lot like that alien who abducted me back in ’89.
In fact, if you’re open to suggestions, allow me to propose the following:









