Kelsey Grammer Really, Really Wants To Get Married
Kelsey Grammer’s divorce from the wax covered emaciated guppy fish that is Camille Grammer isn’t final yet, but that hasn’t stopped him from sending out the invitations to his latest wedding. Kelsey’s finger is itching for the company of a wedding ring, so he’s set February 25th as the day he plans to jump from one wife to another without taking a damn bref! Page Six reports that Kelsey has already booked NYC’s Plaza Hotel as the place where he’ll make 29-year-old Kayte Walsh his 4th future ex-wife.
A source says that Kelsey’s guests should put a question mark next to his wedding date, because there’s a chance he might have to push that mess back if he doesn’t work out a divorce settlement in time. Kelsey has already offered Camille $40 million to flutter away, but she has shrugged her shoulders and turned that shit down. Because there’s no prenup, Camille wants half of the $100 million Kelsey made during their marriage. The source went on to say that Kelsey isn’t worried, because he thinks he’ll settle with Camille before February 25th.
Since Kayte’s gold digger graduation ceremony isn’t until February 25th, that gives her guests plenty of time to practice swallowing their laughs during the “Til Death Do Us Part” portion of the vows. It also gives Camille plenty of time to rehearse the awesome Club MTV dance moves she’ll bust out after she jumps out of the wedding cake and crashes that party!
There’s a rumor that Kelsey isn’t going to make Kayte sign a prenup either. Kelsey has to be the only one who doesn’t see that Kayte is holding a giant shovel in one hand and the handle of a wheelbarrow in the other. Most normal bitches snort, drink or gamble their money away, but Kelsey is slowly marrying his fortune away. The dumb fuck. Kelsey has officially replaced a billionaire on life support as a gold digger’s favorite wet dream.
And in other Grammer news, Camille told Joy Behar that during their marriage, Kelsey spent more time with Fox News than he did with her vagina. That joke pretty much just wrote itself.