If "Arthur' wasn't proof enough that Russell Brand was the Grand High Poobah of the International League of Douchebags, his latest move leaves no doubt. Divorcing Katy Perry? Really? How your dirty ass managed to bag arguably the hottest chick on the planet is beyond me. But divorce her?

 

I hear that Russell is into some strange and bizarre things, i.e., wheelchair porn - but dude! C'mon. You're married to the faptasic dream of millions, and you'd rather watch Lt. Dan snuggle up to Forest Gump? Those drugs do crazy things to your head, don't they?

Well, Russell...I hope you're happy. I know I am. I know I'll never be caught by the paparazzi wallowing around in the sack with this fine specimen of female fun stuff... but, knowing that she is no longer exchanging bodily fluids with the smelliest man on earth makes me think that 2012 could be a very good year. Russell, just to show you I'm not heartless...while you're snuggled up with some Amy Winehouse lookalike in a London ghetto...a little something to remind you of what a lucky p#@** you were...