Can someone tell Wonky McValtrex that she is not Olivia Newton-John and this is not Grease. Besides, her chicken bone legs don't look right in latex pants. She looks like a greasy drumstick in a condom. The only time latex should touch her is on the inside of her cavernous wasteland of a birth canal. Even then, you know her coochie burns it up. Poor crabs. They are probably suffocating to death because Wonky's skank pants are so tight. Their burning up! It's like a damn clambake up in her chocha.
Here's Cousin shIT looking like a weepy skeezer from down south and Uncle Fester attending a private screening of her upcoming total waste of money/Kodak film bomb 'Repo! The Genetic Opera' held at the Abbey in West Hollywood last night.