Today is Oprah’s birthday. She is 59 years old. I thought it would be fun to post one of the first “What If They Grew A Steesh” posting we ever had, from May 2008. I would update the bad MS paint job mustache, but I don’t care for Oprah.
One time she made a point to say she went to a book store because, as she put it, “I buy my own books.” It still makes me angry to think about her saying that. How distanced from reality does someone have to be to think that anyone would be impressed by another person going to a book store and buying her own book. NO ONE GIVES A SHIT, OPRAH!
I’d wish her a horrible birthday, but she’s rich and will probably be eating her favorite meal with an amazing cake. What else could you really want on your birthday?