An excuse for overweight,chavvy mingers to spend their dole money on their equally overweight,chavvy minging offspring. Talk about trying to polish a turd. The programme I saw, one Waynetta Slob had ordered a dress costing hundreds, but it didn’t fit her obese daughter when it was delivered. Hardly surprising it didn’t fit considering that you couldn’t have bent wire to map the porkers contours.
There they were, beauty treatments,fitted gowns,hooves professionally buffed,hair styled and all to no avail. Still a bunch of fucking swamp monsters.
The final straw was hiring limos to transport them to the prom….I’d have just herded them straight up the ramp into a cattle wagon.
Where the money came from was never explained,nobody seemed to have a job.
However, the biggest sin was leading me to believe that I was going to see a bunch of nubile 18 year old beauties casting off their St Trinians style uniforms,ready to join the real world. No worries on that count,most of them looked like they,d had more pricks than a pin-cushion…far from the innocents my imagination had conjured up. Jail-bait, no….Jail gang bosses more like.
Nominated by: Dick Fiddler