Awww, that's some cold shit. Touche, islandburner.
So Gavin's officially knocked up Swiss Miss. We all knew this news was bound to happen, what with Gavin's smoldering magnetism just walking by him makes me consider taking the morning after pill. You know, just in case.
There's much rumbling that this "blessing" is some sort of gubernatorial campaign ploy, which is both gross and fascinating. I mean, how might that happen? "Hey baby, I'm going to be running for governor so, you know, get the turkey baster."
Anyway, I won't be bitter or snarky about this miracle of nature at all. It's the new me! Congratulations Gavin and Jennifer. I hope you have a happy, healthy baby who will only serve to further complicate your divorce.
I'm guessing they'll name this little bundle of cashmere-swaddled joy something like Madison or Wyatt and it'll inherit a love of Africa and vague expressions.
Anyway you cut it, I've got fodder for what? 5 months? Not bad...