What Next, Sharon Osbourne, Eat Your Own Shit in Public?

What do you expect from a defective hen?

She looks like Alfred E. Neumann.

That's ok. Her husband looks like a bag of chicken shit.

The whole idea that Sharon Osbourne can lord her fishy twat over a pack of idiot bitches and ANYONE would watch, gives you an idea of the state of mental retardation the world is in.

Sharon was some groupie shrew who got her hooks into a drug-addled old fart and rode him till she spawned some of the most disgusting maggots on the planet.

This was all covered on a "reality show" that had all the appeal of a Carnival Cruise toilet.

Since Americans are in LUV with a British accent, Sharon became the Good Witch on "America's Got Talent," playing mother to people almost as lacking in talent as her own spawn.

It was rather comical that "AMERICA'S Got Talent" was judged by two Brits (Sharon and Piers Morgan) and a clueless nutcase (David Hasselhoff)

And it was HASSELHOFF who apparently had to leave the show because his drug-induced stupors were too much to take.

Sharon made a career out of chirping, "You're the next superstar, Missus," to any woman (and a few men) who stood in front of her myopic eyes.

When she couldn't have it all her own way, and her defective son wasn't awarded his own reality show, she stomped away only to steal the idea for "The View" and put herself in the old-bag moderator job Barbara Walters had on that show.

Oh how clever, Sharon stole "The View" and called it "The Talk." And now, it seems that her every burp, fart, or loose tooth is newsworthy.

Imagine when she squishes a severed bird's head out of her twat. Or pops her implants like pimples. Or yes, sits down to a nice plate of her own shit. The front page awaits, MISSUS.