Seeing Katie Price in a pair of pajamas I’d expect a young mother to wear on Christmas morning is a little out of context, like the hooker selling bibles before you pay her to fuck her, because flannel loose fitting pants are pretty much never hot, always wholesome and something you’d expect your wife of 10 years to sleep in because you don’t have sex anymore, and not really something a girl who’s career is based on her retarded fake tits and slut behavior to be promoting, unless of course they come with lowkey dildo attachments, in which case shit’s genius, like a sleeper sleepwear that is all sex on the inside and all business on the outside, so the perfect gift for any slut you know who plans on spending time staying at a family or friend’s house and doesn’t want the people who’s house she’s staying at to judge her for the sexual deviant that she is when she walks down for her Pop tart and orange juice in a pair of chaps, a strap on and a gag mask.
Sure this post is weak, but so is Katie Price and whoever is backing her brand and producing this shit….and the real issue in all this is who the fuck is buying this trash allowing her to keep on making new shit….I just don’t get it, but then again, I don’t get much.