Michelle and the girls go out for burgers and "tempura" onion rings at Good Stuff Eatery, the paparazzi get wind of royalty and the next thing we know, photos and evidence. Two seconds later, we’re hearing the preggers rumors again. Without benefit of my powerful refractors, those burger bumps can easily be mistaken for “baby bumps.” It’s a good thing Lady M didn’t hear the smartass that was wondering if her ass was pregnant too.
Wouldn’t you think the shallow celebrity tabloid press corp would have something better to do than gossip about FLOTUS? What am I saying? They’re a hateful crowd if ever I saw one.