That sound you hear, which doesn’t sound unlike a Velcro fly on a fat ho slowly coming apart, is Katie Price’s titty skin screaming for dear life and trying to hold it together while tons of silicone puts pressure on them. If you didn’t think titty skin knows how to pray to GOD, you will now. This picture will make you a believer! Say a silent “peace be with you payer” for Katie Price’s titty skin and then slowly move down to her ankle to see her brand new tattoo. There’s a reason why tattoo rhymes with poo and the shit on her ankle is that reason! Bitch’s tattoo reads “LEO 27-2-11“, which is the day she met her 25-year-old Argentinean piece at Elton John’s Oscar party.
When you’ve known someone for all of three months, do you really want to get their name needled into a body part like that? This ho didn’t get his last name tattooed too, because she didn’t know it at the time. This is just setting yourself up for disaster. But you know, maybe it’s not totally a dumb shit move. I mean, when she’s got her legs up in the air, she can glance at her ankle to make sure she’s calling out the right name. Actually, maybe that’s a move of a genius. That might get her into Mensa’s slut whore division.
Here’s more of Katie being the graceful flower that she is with Harvey’s future third stepfather in Marabella, Spain this weekend.