When Phil Spector was stuffed into a prison cell to serve 19 years for killing Lana Clarkson, he left behind his 28-year-old (don’t choke) wife of 3 years Rachelle. During the trial, Rachelle wasn’t allowed to whore herself out to the media, but now that it’s over she can barf words from her mouth all she wants! Rachelle’s first stop was the Los Angeles Times. Even though Rachelle loves to show off the 9-carat diamond ring on her finger, she wants the world to know that she’s not a gold miner. Nope, she married Phil for *love*. Gag me with a fucking crimping iron.
Rachelle said that if she was a gold digger, she wouldn’t be visiting Phil in prison any chance she could and she also wouldn’t be licking on his soggy worm dick as much as she used to. Rachelle said, “We had sex. We were doing it all the time.” Maybe that would explain why Rachelle looks like a middle-aged truck stop pussy peddler who has had more troll crotch on her ass than a horse at the Kentucky Derby. Not to mention that her eyebrows also look like they’ve been traumatized by the whole experience.
Rachelle also went on to say that she’s not just with Phil for his coin, because she can easily support herself if she needed, “I can weed whack. Rip out walls. Lay tile.” Obviously, she can’t weed whack for shit, because look at her husband’s hair.
Proving that she’s just as gross as her husband, Rachelle says that living in the house that Lana died in doesn’t bother her. Rachelle and Phil even got married in the same foyer Lane’s body was found. Rachelle even sits in the chair Lana bled to death in. It doesn’t bother her.
But what does bother her is that her gnome of a husband has been locked in a tiny cell for 24 hours of the day. Rachelle moaned, “He’s locked in a 5-by-9 cell, 23 1/2 hours a day. They treat people worse than animals. I want that known.” And I want it known that you are not a certified member of the Gold Diggers Club, but I’m sure the Dumb Stupid Skank Bitch Whore Club will gladly accept you. Their club president, Paris Hilton, will be contacting you any day now.
Seriously, crying about a 5-by-9 cell? That’s bigger than most NYC apartments!