BAFTA produced a whole range of cuntery last night. To complete my brace, I offer you Stacey Solomon, a piece of low rent trailer trash, a chav who struck it lucky, became the face of Primark (now that is a strong recommendation indeed!), and now making numerous TV shows with her wimp of a husband, ex- Eastenders actor, ex “presenter” (whatever that is) and as thick as pig shit – the thinking man’s Joey Essex (whatever happened to that little turd?)
Last night the little trollop turned up at BAFTA in her wedding dress (“well, I’ve only ever worn it once), convinced her latest tacky BBC “reality” series (are they a real married couple or is little Joe a quare?) would earn her one of those plastic statues – and she didn’t get one. La’ Solomon is VERY angry. Here she is and just be grateful you don’t have to suffer her halitosis and B.O.:#
(I bet old Joe suffered a rogering with her strap on last night!)
Nominated by: W. C. Boggs