It’s Not Officially A Little League Game Until The Trashy Mom Shows Up With Her Tits Out

Very classy, LeAnn Rimes. Was your bikini at the cleaners?

Everyone’s favorite near-sighted insanity dragon put the Home in Homewrecker (as in, go home and put some damn clothes on, you hussy) when she joined Eddie Cibrian at his son Jake’s baseball game on Sunday looking like a fratboy’s drunk aunt doing the walk of shame from a toga party. Hooker, please! These kids are 6 and 7 year old; they don’t need to see you prowling around the diamond like it’s a Fantasia truckstop. But just you try to stop her! Eddie is the team’s coach, which means she’s going to show up every week in skankier and skankier outfits until one of the parents mistakes her for a crusty dragon pussy peddler, and she’s arrested for attempt to solicit.

I don’t have kids, I’m never around kids, I can barely spell kids, but even I know that showing up to a kids baseball game in with your dragon tits hanging out is pure trash. I used to know a trashy baseball mom who would show up to her son’s games in a ripped Budweiser crop and a pair of acid washed coochie-cutters. I mean, sure, she was pure CAGE (class-attitude-glamour-elegance) but still, save that shit for a monster truck rally. That goes for you too, LeAnn. How the hell are the kids supposed to keep their eye on the ball when they keep getting distracted by your fire-breathing titty balls rassling around under that sloppy potato sack halter.

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