Catfight!

I mentioned Bristol Palin's long-awaited memoirs (20 years? What the fuck took so long?) yesterday vis-a-vis her letting us know that Levi shot her with a tranquilizer dart and shackled her to a fence post in order to be able to insert his penis into her vagina (because of course a big, dumb hockey-star redneck can't get any of that sweet, sweet stank in Wasilla), and now it appears that in her memoirs she's hoping to pick a fight with McTitties for being a big, bad meanie and not inviting her to the cool kids' table:

Palin writes that she had a "sneaking suspicion I might need to watch my back" the first time she met Meghan McCain. She says the senator's daughter "ignored" the family during their first meet-and-greet and always seemed to be judging them.

"Every time we saw Meghan, she seemed to be constantly checking us out, comparing my family to hers and complaining," Bristol Palin writes. "Oh the complaining."

Is she worried McTitties is treading on her own family's trademark by whining?

I'm torn on this one: on the one hand, if they do meet up for a rumble I hope a meteor hits them, but not before they've torn each other's blouses.

Sigh.  Life, eh?  A box of fucking crackers.