Uh oh. I knew this Alaskan rube tale was going to end badly.
The redneck Evita is going after the redneck daddy....for calling her a bad mummy.
And for shamelessly selling his body...to Playgirl.
"Those who would sell their body for money reflect a desperate need for attention and are likely to say and do anything for even more attention.”
Hmmm. Well she should know eh?
Because she's been selling herself like a ghastly right wing hooker for what seems like FOREVER.
And if I had to choose between one publicity whore or the other I think I'd choose Levi.
Because at least he's trying to be classy.
“I’m not gonna just go out there and get naked,” he said.
And because at least he is who he is...and he isn't telling anybody what to do. Just working out in the gym...and probably hanging weights from his you know what...to try to make as
While the klown hooker Sarah thinks she's Evita of the Rednecks....or Jesus of Alaska.
And that she was born to save Amerika...from ITSELF.
When she's not feeling too greedy.
Sarah was sad for a while. She walked around the house pouting. I had assumed she was going to go back to her job as governor, but a week or two after she got back she started talking about how nice it would be to quit and write a book or do a show and make “triple the money.” It was, to her, “not as hard.” She would blatantly say, “I want to just take this money and quit being governor.”
And besides who is calling WHO a liar?
OMG. Keep her away from guns, meth.... and Levi.
And just be glad she's not in the White House...
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