Not for much longer she can't. If those insulin levels keep rising & that lard keeps filling her veins then I smell another celebrity death on the way. Who on earth will take care of her two baby calves? Def. not the closeted chimp forcing himself through her cellulite-rippled ass to get to the bank account.
Not for much longer she can't. If those insulin levels keep rising & that lard keeps filling her veins then I smell another celebrity death on the way. Who on earth will take care of her two baby calves? Def. not the closeted chimp using her cellulite-rippled ass for money to blow.
Not for much longer she can't. If those insulin levels keep rising & that lard keeps filling her veins then I smell another celebrity death on the way. Who on earth will take care of her two baby calves? Def. not the closeted chimp forcing himself through her cellulite-rippled ass to get to the bank account.
Not for much longer she can't. If those insulin levels keep rising & that lard keeps filling her veins then I smell another celebrity death on the way. Who on earth will take care of her two baby calves? Def. not the closeted chimp forcing himself through her cellulite-rippled ass to get to the bank account.
And actually The Lord was raised in a large two story home, her father was a lawyer, not at all that Blimpneys father who owns the soulless marionette that she is
The Lord cam from a safe, LOVING, NURTURING home, whilst the only thing nurtured in Brits was her uncles balls draped delicately on her hairy chin.
Irrelevant, tired, downy bitch.
I'VE HEARD IT ALL. OMGOMGOMGOMOGMOGOGMOGMOGMG 