That's what's important to you...getting hooked up with some guy that you can ultimately trash as being SO beneath YOUR ROYAL SELF. You dumb douchebag.
Camille Grammer. If you don't like picking through trash, or reading about white trash, you might not fully recognize the name.
The bitch was married to chronic drunk Kelsey Grammer, the guy who starred as a pompous asshole in an annoying sitcom. In fact, two of them.
After she divorced the guy, she happily spread rumors about his sexual tastes, and grinned with delight when she parlayed her nastiness and vanity into "reality show" glory, via some "Real Housewives" barf-o-rama.
And then? Oooh, she got herself a Greek boytoy to fuck her ass. Until he messed with her stupid face. Feel sorry for her? Not a bit. She got what was coming to her...a vacuous vagina meets an equally air-headed and selfish dick. BANG.
She's posing with her bruises, which don't look that bad. After all, a media whore like this really isn't expected to look to good without her heavy make-up on. And look at that simian guy. That monkey-faced jackass with a brain full of feta cheese...THAT is attractive? Look, Camel-face Camille, you go find a boyfriend in the monkey house, expect he'll go ape shit on you. He figures he can do much better than some old bitch who is fading away from being a trophy. If he can't walk her around and have people buzz and whisper, "That's Camille Grammer...she's on a hit TV show..." then yeah, he'll hit her. That's what childish-minds do with toys they don't care much about...they have more fun breaking them than playing with them.
These two should have their heads shoved in a toilet and flush flush flush till their brains are washed clean and they can't remember their own names. Then they can go wander off to some posh beach and drown. "Not one of them would be missed..."
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