Whatever ailments you have, lay them on the screen and you will be magically healed! Just ignore the fact that he’s wearing a RiRi t-shirt (yes, I’m side-eying RiRi’s side-eye) and be thankful that we’re finally getting a Harvey Price sighting. This is more rare and magical than seeing a triple rainbow, a tub of Tagalongs ice cream in my grocer’s freezer (I can’t find that shit anywhere) or Beyonce without her wig on. Praise Katie Price’s fame whoring ways!
While looking like a beaten down My Little Porny, Katie Price posed in another one of her signature photocalls of foolery to promote her line of horse products. Katie Price can do herself up like a Sweet Valley raver ballerina cuntaur on acid and Harvey Price still gets all the attention just by being Harvey Price.
And these pictures would’ve been so much better (and they would’ve ended up in every museum) if Harvey Price rode side saddle.