Ulrika-cunt-cunt-cunt has been out ‘n’ about telling all and sundry how great Sweden is whilst continuing to besmirch Her Majesty’s tellybox screens with the showbiz equivalent of a dirty protest, closely flanked by husband number *fill blank*, also known as the poor fuck who has to schtupp the vagina that’s seen more action than a crevice high on crystal meth down the Hoist.
For this, lest we forget, is the woman who doesn’t want her poor, poor, (poor), poor children to see a gay kiss on TV. Because ’tis such a bad thing, ladies, gennelmen and undecided. Unlike extra-marital affairs. And retaining a dignified silence whilst in the backgroud a probably innocent man’s career – and life – is ruined. If only she was our mother!
And not to mention the outfit, bought entirely from Cuntcessorize, and the face only a mother in the latter stages of death can love.
Oh but silver linings… nice brolly.
ps. More Ulrika-cunt-ness. You know, to pass the time.