Can we go one fucking week without something happening to these little fucks?
Someone buys them, someone pretends to buy them, then someone invites them to their home, turns out that it was Michael Jackson wearing a skeleton mask, then someone takes away their lunch money, and now, apparently, they are shooting the sequel to the movie, called, Slumdog Millionare 2: Honey, the government just shrunk our home. It's going to be as bad as the original, but somehow still turn out better than 2 Fast and 2 Furious. Hell, anything's better than that movie.
Also, it takes a really special kind of asshole to shove a mic into the face of a crying kid. But hey, makes for good report.
