Kate Moss is a seasoned drunk who knows very well that sometimes you can get to a party to find that some rabid disrespectful piles of scab trash have sucked down all the good sweet nectar and have left you to make a cocktail out of melted ice and window cleaner. So Kate always comes prepared just in case disaster should strike, and last night in London she stumbled into the Dazed & Confused (too easy) party at the W Hotel with two human crutches to keep her from spilling her goblet of wine.
Kate was not about to spill one drop. Jodie Marsh could’ve come by and made the wind barf by flexing, and Kate’s hand would’ve stayed steady and kept the wine in. Pete Doherty could’ve slithered up from the gutters to make tongue love with Kate’s nostrils (how they used to greet each other in the old days) and that glass would stay as stiff as a zombie’s dick. Bitch could go through a Wipeout obstacle course and come out with a full glass. Unlike that wrong bitch Kate Winslet in Titanic, Kate Moss is never letting go.
In the glory days, Kate could throw that wine around like nothing, but IN THIS ECONOMY you have to cherish and respect every precious drop. You don’t waste that shit. You fight for it, you lie for it, you walk the wire for it, you dieeeee for it.