Almost every time I see pictures of Kate Moss, she’s being dragged out of a club by her boyfriend, Count von Count. Shouldn’t this slag be home reading bedtime stories to her daughter? Bitch is wasted. She probably goes home, knocks over some shit, wakes up her crying daughter and has to tell her in a slurred voice, “Go baaack to beeed. Mummy neeeds quiet time. Shhhhhh”
Drink some coffee Kate. You’re getting told for this shit.