A Z-list “don’t you know who I am?” cunting please for this decrepit “sex symbol” of the 1990s who got where she did by showing her tits off in tabloid newspapers and low rent TV shows, and opening her legs for the “right” people. Like that other plastic media whore, Stacey Solomon, she has long since ceased to pretend she has talent, and relies on stupid stunts to keep her name and face in the press -usually when they have something to sell.
This time the bargain basement scrubber claims she was “spat” at by a minicab driver:
Isn’t it funny that, just like Slaggy Solomon (the one they call La Gob) Klass has a brand new range of clothing she wishes you to know about?. Klass thinks she has class, but it is something she will never have, even, if unlike Solomon, she doesn’t sell “her” tat through Primark.
Both wimminz share remarkably similar lifestyles – each has several children by different fathers, and are permanently “engaged” to men who are meant to be the ideal daddy for the babies. In truth, the men are after a cheap fuck and the honour of being mentioned in despatches. There must be less demeaning ways to get a blow job.
Perhaps ITV should give them one final TV show where they could wrestle each other with chainsaws – a final chance to see their gaping arseholes and plastic tits, and worn out gashes. “The Queen of the Clunge” – introduced, of course, by Phillip Schofield.
They could even have a special viewers prize – a night out with the winner, followed by a day at the clap clinic.
Nominated by: W. C. Boggs
I’d shove it up her for something to do.
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