Hate. Ful.

:-(

Things we learned from Fearne Cotton Meets… Peaches Geldof.

Peaches Geldof is retarded, lumpen, deluded, wet, useless, rude, talentless, corpulent, ineloquent, charmless, haggard, ragged, moon-faced, portly, brain-damaged, a cunt.

So nothing new.

ps. If Scientology makes you – and we’re quoting the Partying Potato (TM) herself here (with a wanky transatlantic rising intonation) – ‘like, a better person’… what the fuck were you like before, Peaches Geldof? Like?!

pps. And Fearne Cotton? Ooof. Another puff-piece masquerading as hard-hitting journalism. Where was the question on everybody’s lips? ‘You are one of the most detested women in Britain. Discuss.’

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5 comments to “Hate. Ful.”

  1. My jaw was on the floor for the entirety of this show. And not in a good way.
    The level of her hatefulness was staggering.

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  2. Hahahahahaha. Beyond true.
    And what the fuck was with her constantly bouffing up her hair? Stupid cow.

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  3. A Scientologist. Says it all.

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  4. Eugh. Just, eugh.
    My skin is crawling as we speak…
    And Fearne. Stick to the day job.

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  5. So many questions Dot Cotton could have asked: does it all feel meaningless knowing you got it because of your dad? for a start.

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