Seatbelts Are Whack!

The only Whitney who should have her own show on NBC was up to her old bitch diva theatrics yesterday afternoon when she refused to fasten her seatbelt before taking off on a Delta flight out of Atlanta. You would think that the seatbelt was paper mache’ed with the receipts from her old crack dealers, because Whitney wasn’t interested in laying one of her fingers on it.

TMZ reports that you can add the phrase “Buckle up, Miss Houston” to the long list of lines that turn on Whitney Houston’s cunt switch. A source says that Whitney was sitting in her seat when a flight attendant asked her to put the top boy part into the bottom boy part, but she was not interested and ignored the request. Now, if one of us refused to buckle, we would’ve been tased in the mouth, kicked off to Guantanamo Bay and they’d still make us pay the $50 fee for checking in our luggage. But not Whitney. A second crew member approached Dionne’s cousin and told her that if she didn’t strap in she’d have to shoop shoop off the damn plane.

So Whitney had a choice: get kicked off the plane or buckle her seatbelt. Whitney took what was behind door number DIVA and allowed the flight attendant to fasten her seatbelt for her.

A source claims that Whitney is every type of sober and her nerves were just a little splintery from missing her original flight.

You have to be a brave bitch with some still hands to come at Whitney. Imagine having to buckle her in. It would be like trying to wrap a baby bib around a great white shark. It would’ve been a lot easier if the flight attendant told Whitney that as soon as she fastens her shit, the buckle will press against her belly and all her doody bubbles would pop out right away. Who needs Bobby B Bobby B?