So far today, I’ve shat up posts about Kim, Kanye and Pauly D, so obviously we need a palate cleanser to rinse the stank from our retinas and here’s one in the form of beautiful pictures of Harvey Price’s creator and Britain’s answer to Mark Twain, Katie Price, at a photo call in London for Love, Lipstick and Lies, the latest autobiography written by a member of her ghost writing harem. Somewhere, both Zac Efron and Xtina are scratching “Love, Lipstick and Lies” off the list of title possibilities for their memoirs.
While done up like the bachelorette party section of a Party City, Katie Price tried to give us her best sexyface but looked more like she was suffering from smoke inhalation while severely constipated. Several plastic horse dolls were scalped to make Katie’s weave, but they don’t mind, because their polyester manes went to a greater cause. And I know you’re checking Chanel’s site to find out where you can buy that luxuriously exquisite pantyhose catsuit, but sadly for you, you won’t be able to have Katie’s face on your crotch (Side note: Why does she have Pauly D hair?), because it’s custom made.
And after these pictures were taken, Katie mounted that lipstick and fucked the plastic off of it. Expect her to give birth to a litter of plastic lipsticks in 9 months.
A baby joined the Luckiest Humans In The World Club last Wednesday when he was pulled out of Katie Price’s body and can now call England’s most prized national treasure Harvey Price his brother and can call this delicate flower his mother. The Sun (via HuffPo) says that Katie Price gave birth to her fourth kid, and her first kid with her stripper husband Kieran Hayler, in some foreign land last week.
Katie and Kieran’s son was born 8 weeks early and he weighed in at only 5lbs 2oz. Katie tells The Sun that the experience of giving birth to him was extra traumatic since she was on holiday with her family in Europe somewhere and developed a life-threatening infection (no comment, too easy). Katie was taken to the hospital and told that they had to deliver her son early via C-Section. Kieran wasn’t allowed in the delivery room with Katie and the nurses and doctors barely spoke English. I don’t see a problem with the last part since Katie barely speaks English herself. Katie said this to The Sun about the whole traumatic experience:
“I went through a nightmare. The baby’s heart rate was also really low. The next thing I know, a nurse is in my room saying: ‘Get ready now. You have five minutes to shower. You are having C-section soon.’ I started panicking. I have a terrible fear of needles and I was dreading the epidural. I got in the shower in shock. I kept thinking ‘This will be my last shower before I have my fourth child.’”
“I have a terrible fear of needles,” says the inanimate object made out of Botox who gets pricked with a filler needle every hour on the hour.
Katie was released from the hospital, but her son is still in there and they’re allowed to visit him every day. Katie told The Sun that her and Kieran have decided to name their son JETT RIVIERA. Jett Riviera joins Harvey Price, Princess YTuMamaTambien and Junior as one of Katie’s kids.
Yes, Jett Riviera. Would you expect anything less from one of the most classy and refined ladies in the world? Duchess Kate is slapping her head for not coming up with the name Jett Riviera. Jett Riviera sounds like the name of a cast member on Gigolos and it also sounds like the name of a jet ski rental place in Laughlin, NV. Pure class. One hundred percent.
Here’s Jett Riviera’s mother wearing an outfit modeled after her own coochie lips (actual size) while posing during her a photo call for one of her products last month.
So this is what it would look like if the Fairy Godmother got drunk on fermented apples, got high on pixie dust and accidentally turned a rotten, worm-filled pumpkin into a royal skank instead of turning it into a carriage.
A knocked up Katie Price got sprayed down with bright orange car paint, put on one of Prince Poppycock’s rejected ensembles and threw the carcasses of a dozen Poochie dolls on her head to pose with her stripper husband Kieran Hayler at the launch of her latest literary masterpiece, which will obviously be studied in depth by lit majors at Cambridge. Since Katie’s latest soon-to-be Booker Prize winner is a romance novel, her stripper husband dressed up like a prince complete with a frog mask (it’s weird that he never took it off, right?) and she did herself up like a fried Cheeto covered in cotton candy . The people at the event whose retinas weren’t burnt off by the UV rays shooting off of Katie’s skin were stunned by the classiness and exquisiteness of it all.
In other Katie Price news, she recently got kicked out of a tanning salon because they wouldn’t let her expose her unborn fetus to the UV rays. Katie told the BBC that the salon was obviously just using her name to get some free publicity and there’s nothing wrong with charbroiling your fetus.
“I think there was a tanning shop opening down the road, so she probably wanted press for her one. You can go on sunbeds when you’re pregnant. It’s ridiculous. Look how brown I am. I’ve have just been on holiday. Is the sun bad for you? But anyway, whatever anyone says, it’s my life and I do what I like.”
Katie Price is one hundred percent correct. Her baby will be fine. I’m pretty sure Tan Mom’s mom conceived her in a tanning bed, birthed her in a tanning bed and used a tanning bed as her crib and she turned out fine! Besides, Katie Price does not want to give birth to a pasty white thing so she might as well tan her fetus while it’s lounging in there. Fetuses need something to do.
Katie Price announced today that soon she’ll birth out the luckiest human alive who gets to call England’s national treasure and earth angel Harvey Price its brother, because she’s knocked up with her fourth OK! Magazine cover baby. When Katie Price married part-time stripper Kieran Hayler in the Bahamas last month, we all heard the sound of a shotgun going off and figured it was just the sanctity of marriage putting a bullet in its head. But nope, that shotgun went off, because Katie Price had a fetus in her womb when she said “I do” to her future ex-husband. Katie told The Sun today that she and Kieran weren’t planning to have a baby together, but sometimes it happens when you and your piece bump crotches bareback-style.
“It’s come as a shock. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t nervous because I’ve experienced miscarriages in the past. But we’re all over the moon. The baby wasn’t part of our plan at this stage but anyone who knows me knows I’m not one for sticking to rules and plans.
I haven’t actually been sick yet but I’m already starting to feel it. I’m having to lie down a fair bit because my stomach feels like a washing machine.”
This will be Kieran’s first kid (that he knows of) and Katie’s fourth. She has two kids, Junior and Princess Tiamamaimaiamiamaimaia, with Peter Andre and she claims that she made Harvey Price with Dwight Yorke, but I’m pretty sure she got pregnant with Harvey via immaculate conception. I read that in the Bible somewhere.
I’m going to choose to ignore that horrific OTM violation and instead congratulate the newest Price. Yes, the newest Price will have a father who will wax its chest and give it a Brazilian when it’s 9 months and yes, one of the first things it will smell will be the rancid cat piss scent of his mother’s self tanner, but it will have Harvey Price as a brother. And that’s the greatest gift of all.
Here’s Katie trying to hide her bump while going to dinner with her stripper husband on VD.
Katie Price once again redefined the definition of bridal elegance on Wednesday when she slipped a nip and gave everyone a thigh show after she made part-time stripper Kieran Hayler (or as earth angel Harvey Price probably calls him, “Fuck OFF!“) her third husband in the Bahamas. When Katie married Harvey Price’s first stepfather Peter Andre, she looked like a pink Barbie cake violently diarrhea’d all over her. When Katie married Harvey’s second stepfather, cross-dressing cage fighter Roxy Baby, she did quickie-style in a Las Vegas wedding chapel. And for her third wedding, Katie got married at Sandals in the Bahamas and wore a classic stripper gown while her future ex-husband wore a sensible mother of the bride blouse. The Sun has the pictures and you should brace yourself for the demure classiness that will hit you after you click over.
Katie and part-time stripper Keiran Hayler have been together for about nine seconds and she tells The Sun that she knew he was destined to be her third husband, because a psychic told her that she would marry a man named KEVIN. “Keiran” is practically Irish for “Kevin” and Katie cares about the sanctity of marriage as much as she cares about having dignity, so she figured why not!
“I saw a medium who told me I’d already met the person I was going to marry. She also said his name was Kevin. Well, Kieran has been after me for a year, ever since we were first introduced by our mutual friend Phil Turner — husband of my make-up artist Gary Cockerill (Note: I wish my last name was Cockerill). Apparently, he’d been asking for my mobile number for ages. And his name is also close to Kevin, so it all became clear. I took a friend with me who made notes during the session with the medium because I wanted to make sure I’d heard everything accurately. Yes, I’m following my heart — but I’m not harming anyone. All I can say is there is no Pricey rulebook. If I feel something is right, I’ll do it, even if it comes out of the blue.”
Katie also said that this is ONLY her third marriage, so get off her ass.
“This is only my third marriage. I did my own Pricey Marriage Survey and discovered I was in good company. Joan Collins has been married five times, Liz Taylor did eight and Zsa Zsa Gabor nine. So there! I get stick, but no one has picked on them for all the marriages they’ve had.”
I’ve always said that a couple that waxes their assholes together, stays together, but I have a feeling that just like a newborn pube sprouting out of Kieran’s crotch follicle, Katie’s wedding ring will be plucked off and thrown into the trash in about ten minutes.
Harvey Price wasn’t at the wedding and I’m not mad at Katie for that. Harvey probably had better things to do like ANYTHING other than going to this wedding. Besides, once you’ve rolled your eyes at one Katie Price wedding, you’ve rolled your eyes at every Katie Price wedding.
While some Americans continued to fight with each other on Facebook over this election shit and others earned a date with the FBI by threatening to Lee Harvey Oswald the president, across the pond, the exquisite angel maker (I mean, she did produce earth angel Harvey Price) that is Katie Price united the people of Britain by plumping up her angelic camel toe before putting it on display at the launch of her new lingerie line in London.
Looking like the Frederick’s outlet version of Emma Frost, the tarnished rhinestone formerly known as Jordan showed off her new collection of lingerie that’s perfect for a third tier stripper who only has a few cum-stained dollars to spend on her work clothes and wants it to show. Katie delivered a journey of elegance that started with the tiara that looks like it was made with balls of aluminum foil and glass from a broken Zima bottle. Then she led us to her chichis which look like two oversized dinosaur eggs shoved into a nest made by a drag queen. And finally, she took us to the garter belt tattoo that is so classy and demure that Queen Elizabeth got the same one on her thigh.
Katie Price usually looks like a plastic duck on the wrong kind of testosterone boosters, but today she looked like the most delicate swan on the lake. I’m sure this is the exact image Tchaikovsky had in his head when he wrote Swan Lake.
During a press conference for her soon-to-be Galaxy National Book Award-winning “novel” In The Name Of Love, Now Magazine asked the pride of Britain Katie Price what is the rudest thing she’s ever done in the name of love. If Katie Price wanted to spit out some honesty for the first time in her entire life, she would’ve said the time she got into a stunt marriage with Alex Reid to fulfill her love for her true soulmate: FAME. But instead, Katie told reporters about the time she Grey Goose’d her cross-dressing, MMA-fighting ex-husband. If you’re sucking on the tip of a vodka bottle or having butt sex right now, you might not want to read the rest. Because reading it will ruin both of those acts for you. This is the shit that came out of Katie’s mouth when asked about the rudest thing she’s done for love:
“I fucked Alex up the arse with a vodka bottle.”
Did we not learn anything from 1 Guy, 1 Jar?! Do NOT Google that unless you want your insides to die and fall out of your ass (you could be into that, I don’t know).
So Katie basically gave Alex a vodka enema. Big deal. Who hasn’t given themselves a vodka enema after they’ve had their wisdom teeth pulled out and the dentist told them they can’t drink booze orally for a few days? We’ve all done it. If Katie really wanted to tell the reporters some fucked up shit she’s done during sex, she should’ve told them about the time she gave Dane Bowers a pedicure with her twat.
Katie Price’s divorce to cross-dressing MMA fighter Roxy Baby isn’t finalized yet, but that hasn’t stopped her from lining up her next ex-husband. Kim Kardashian has handed the whoopin’ stick to Katie Price and now it’s her turn once again to beat at the pile of horse bones dust that is the sanctity of marriage. Katie’s rep told The Sun yesterday that her Argentine boy piece Leandro Penna pooped the question into her ears on Friday night. Since Katie will only say no to the questions “Your skin is starting to bubble, do you think you should get out of the tanning bed now?” and “Can we fuck without the cameras just this once?“, she said YES! It’s a wonderful day for Katie’s divorce lawyer (he can put a down payment on that country house now) and Thelma Madine (who obviously makes all of Katie’s cotton candy queef wedding dresses). Katie’s rep had this to say about her latest engagement:
“It’s true — they are engaged. Leandro proposed to Katie while they were away skiing recently — and she said yes. They told her children but had intended to keep it secret for a while. No wedding arrangements have been made and they are both quite relaxed about that for the time being.”
Leandro designed Katie’s ring himself with help from her favorite jeweler. Today is the day where you learn that there’s a 6-year-old girl trapped inside of Leandro and Katie’s favorite jeweler also designs the rings sold in candy machines outside of The Dollar Tree. This tacky mess looks like a dingle pulled off of Parasite Hilton’s ass hairs:
I have a feeling that this is going to last longer than Katie’s past marriages. Leandro and Katie both barely speak English and they both have exquisite taste in jewelry. They’re meant to be. Oh, what am I saying? This shit isn’t going to last. Katie has had ass warts that lasted longer than this marriage will last. I just hope that at the wedding, Harvey Price will continue to be the voice of the people by quoting himself while giving a speech at the reception:
I know I pull that clip out of the vault every other damn week, but it’s a gem and gems were made to be appreciated at all times. And it best expresses my thoughts about pretty much everything.
The world is about to find out whether or not it has enough supplies of titty gel, rayon hair, pecan skin varnish, Lamisil cream for vaginas and industrial strength antibiotics for two Katie Prices. Because when Katie Price wet humped with reality TV, a throbbing genital wart grew and out popped 19-year-old Amy Willteron! Amy is the winner(?) of Signed By Katie Price and has won a glamour modeling contract as well as learning everything there is to know about building a multimillion pound empire when you’ve got the talent of a nipple pimple.
Usually when Katie Price takes someone under her wing, they later fall out with full body syphilis and Agent Fake Tan syndrome. But Amy Willerton is safe, because Katie Price only means it figuratively. Amy is Katie’s new protégée and she’s set to take the glamour modeling world by storm one camel toe flash at a time.
That’s nice and everything, but I’m going to tell Amy the same thing I tell the free clinic nurse when he goes down to my down low bits to find out where the hissing sound is coming from: GOOD LUCK and BEA ARTHUR BLESS! Amy will get a two-page spread in Nuts Magazine, a crawl-on role in Katie’s next sex tape and that’s it. Amy just doesn’t have the no-so-secret secret to Katie Price’s success. I’m talking about HARVEY!!!!!!
Harvey is who a four leaf clover goes to when it needs good luck. Harvey can make a broken mirror glue itself together. Harvey is really what you find at the end of a rainbow. Katie Price is nothing (stop right there and that would still be a factual statement) without HARVEY!!!!
I know, this is the saddest holiday-themed Tijuana donkey show (without the donkey) any of us have ever seen.
Charles Dickens (“Did sumbody say dick?” – Katie Price) had a good run as the author of the most classic holiday novel of our time, but there’s a new literary genius on the stroll with a new classic holiday novel of our time! Katie Price hauled out the holly and burned up the mistletoe in London today when she came out to promote her new book “Santa Baby” and when asked by reporters what it’s about, she looked at the reindeer since he had about as much to do with writing the book as she did.
If the Tivo captions of every soft-core Cinemax porn are at the top of your must-read list, then Katie’s book is just for you. I’ve read two of them and it was like reading the transcript of Courtney Stodden’s edition of Hooked on Phonics. Katie likes her novels the same way she likes her men: shallow, hallow and filled with only 12 words from the English vocabulary. So, basically, she’s like my literary hero.
And that poor, sad reindeer does know that God gave him antlers so he can poke a bitch, right? Nudge..nudge…