So it turns out that Kelly Osborne does more than just eat and spend her dad’s money, she also is a celebrity DJ who gets booked to play her shitty ipod mixes at clubs for big money, because people are so fascinated by celebrity and celebrity offspring that if Kelly Osborne listens to the shit, and sets the mood for the party thru her song choices, then it must be good enough for them to dance to.
I’d rather watch her masturbate and listen to her moan that be forced to get drunk to her mixes, and I really have no interest in every watching her masturbating or listening to her moan, if anything I find the thought fuckin’ disgusting, just figured it’d be a good enough visual for you to really grasp how badly I don’t want to hear her and her novelty DJ gig…and here are her fat tits…
When I think of girls eating popsicles, I think of girls in short-shorts, with knee high socks, in really, tight white shirts that are kinda see through, but maybe that’s just me. Instead, here’s Kelly Osborne, a piece of celebrity offspring that I really try to hate but canâ€™t. As much as sheâ€™s a whiney, spoiled, little bitch at times, she doesnâ€™t really deny it, and the first step towards beating is a problem is admitting you have one.
I work at Dairy Queen part time, and you would be amazed at the number of fat little shits that come in there everyday with the parents. They are obviously not in need of any more ice cream, hamburgers, french fries etc, yet day after day, their parents come in to buy it for them. All it takes is the kid laying down on the floor I never mop and kicking and screaming for a minute and half and BAM!, they get whatever they want. It;â€™s truly amazing to watch a 35 year old man crumble at due to a 5 year old.
Unfortunately, I learned pretty fast that throwing temper tantrums never works with Jesus and my mother. One time they left me in Wal-Mart, kicking and screaming until I realized they were gone. and started to cry. I took a ride home from some random stranger and made small talk with him about school, while in my head all I could think of was this old dude killing me and dumping me in a ditch off the highway. I got home, went to my room and cried, and I also didnâ€™t throw any more temper tantrums after that.