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LOS ANGELES, California (AP) -- The singer and former husband of Whitney Houston spent a night in the hospital after suffering a mild heart attack, his attorney said Wednesday. According to his publicist, Bobby Brown, who is 38, had the heart attack because of...stress and poor diet.


And it couldn't have anything to do with the fact he's an, oh, I don't know, COKEHEAD?

Perhaps he's stressed out because he's washed up, careerwise, and can't afford his crack fix. Much less, nutritious food.

A bit of fortuitous (or not so much, if you're Bobby) foreshadowing perhaps -- The first album put out by R&B group New Edition in 1986, after Brown was voted out because of "behavioral problems," was actually titled "Heart Break."

Funny, and sad, how life imitates art.

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Anonymous said…
I took your fun test and it was that I was a prep/jock/cheerleader. Some of the questions were very hard.
Chilly Dog
6:18 AM
Anonymous said…
I am sorry. I meant to post by comment to your message about the high school thing. I never was too good with this computer thing.
Chilly Dog
6:21 AM
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