It doesn’t bother me that this tacky bitch is wearing a crown, but it does bother me that she’s wearing a crown with that outfit. From the neck up, she’s a contestant in a local drag queen pageant. From the neck down, she’s a day-shift hooker in Colorado. The two don’t go together! Well, at least that fugly crown distracts from her baby poo fake tan and the fat spider legs coming out of her eyes.
Here’s Katie Price at a signing for a book she didn’t write. I also threw in some pictures of her big gay husband out in about with his butt buddy last night. I think Peter Andre’s ring used to belong to Joan Collins.
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