Katie Price would rather be spending her time trolling cross dressing boxing rings and male strip clubs for her next husband since the last one did her wrong by passing his peen to her home wrecking slut whore tramp best friend, but she’s gotta put food on the table and keep the Botox closet in her bathroom fully stocked, so she went back to “work” today.
The modern day Isis who gifted the world with earth angel Harvey Price shoved her roasted pumpkin tits into a candy raver hooker dress to bring some slutty Fruit Stripes gum glamour to a photo call for a hair dye removal product called Colour B4 in London today. If you took an old Popples doll, strapped two plastic cantaloupes to its chest and then sprinkled hair from Lady CaCa’s rainbow colored-merkin, a dollop of smegma from Miley Cyrus’ tongue, a drop of Katy Perry’s glittery tit sweat and the essence of Nina Hagen (aka the inside of a glow stick) on top of it while chanting the lyrics to the Rainbow Brite theme song, it will turn into Katie Price.
Katie Price’s ex-husband can chew on it, because this is the kind of crazy he’s missing out on. If he doesn’t want it anymore, that Mint man from Candy Land will definitely hit it.