England’s most precious rose and the newest member of the Fauxmosexual Club was terrorizing the streets of London the other night with her skunky girlfriend Nina. Jodie stopped to infect a wee little orange man on the street. Actually, maybe Jodie didn’t run into him on the street. Maybe he fell out of her cooze. He does have a look on his face like he’s just seen death.
And Jodie was wearing pants earlier in the night, but like all things that get too close to her war zone snatch, they quit that bitch. Even the crabs don’t come around much anymore!