Viley Virus, the sickness that lingers

Oh, she hasn't gone away. She's merely been eclipsed by more vulgar twats like Icky Minaj, and more attractive role models for twit teenagers like Taylor Swift.

There is NO CURE for Viley Virus. At this point she's just going to keep hanging around like an annoying cough.

Sappy Pappa's still haunt her wherever she goes, trying to sell boring photos to desperate newspaper websites. The Daily FAIL bought this one.

So, even when this bitch goes wandering around the trendy, expensive little boutiques in SoHo, with no make-up and a hairy hunk of horse manure on her head, she has to show her itty-bitties. It's not summer and she's wearing NETTING?

I guess she was wearing a jacket but once in the store, took it off to reveal this nipple-stropping bit of fishing equipment disguised as a top.

Aside from a glimpse of what looks like a baby cod caught for dinner, what ELSE is worth looking at? Her dumb stupid face? Her ugly hair? Her shitty side tattoo? Her dumpy backside?

That's the sad thing about so many female celebrities. It's all about being a loudmouth slut and waving a dildo and saying crude things, or it's about wearing a truckload of make-up to transform a nobody into a "star."