Now with misery-filled new Jackles Tweet:
Just landed in SF. One of the worst flights of my life. I feel like someone knifed my stomach. I’m so sad and angry and confused.
Our inbox is filled with theories today! Here’s a collection:
a. He doesn’t exist, and everyone was in on the hoax. This is not a tip, but a theory. One that I’m not buying. Because Leven Rambin clearly despises her, and so why would she and her friends participate in anything that would help Jackles?
b. His friends hated her and were laughing at her the entire time in L.A., particularly all the “we’re gettin’ our S’mores on” talk. This white girl jive talk, yo, was encouraged so that it could be mocked behind her back.
c. Further to this, there is no girlfriend. The e-mail was sent by one of TK’s friends because they realized shaking off the Jackles Death Grip could be a long, torturous process. (Hello [REDACTED]!!! He’s still dealing with the fallout!) And so by making up a girlfriend, they disappeared her for good.
d. A prediction: She is going to play the victim card to an embarrassing degree, as though they were a long-term couple deeply committed to one another. Because, you know, having two weekends with someone you decided was your boyfriend after one date of drinking sake in L.A. is the equivalent of being married to someone for 10 years. The pain!!! Oh the pain!!!!