Katie Price bent over to give us all a final glimpse at her famous fake chichis. Or maybe she’s just pushing out a doody bubble. She sort of has that look in her eyes. I bet you her shits are covered in fake tan grease. She takes Alli shits on she’s not even on Alli!
Katie and her big gay husband, Peter Andre, are terrorizing Los Angeles at the moment. Yup, there’s a reason why all Los Angeles area grocery stores out of Crisco. Katie and Peter need to stay greasy at all times.
Katie is in town to have a final surgery on her plastic chichis. Last year, she took them from a 32G to a 32F. She held a press conference stating she wanted to go down to a 32C. Okay, she didn’t really hold a press conference, but she might as well have. She fucking told everyone. Shit, I even think she called my mommy and told her personally.
As much as I can’t stand this greasy Slim Jim anymore, I’m going to miss her big tittays. They were the reason I first fell in love with her. And now that they are going away, there’s no reason for me to hold on. Goodbye, my sweet Jordan! Goodbye! Seriously, how is she going to put together sentences now that her huge breastes are being shrunk down? Those things are the brains of her operation!
And look at these pictures of Peter Andre at the grocery store. Don’t tell me he isn’t thinking about a juicy, veiny, wet cock.