Peaches Geldof, thank god we have you in our lives. Without you, what would fledgling cunts have to aspire to? Don’t answer that, save your words. When dealing with eloquence such as thine, less is more. It’s a mantra you should adopt in all aspects of your life. Starting with the top of your head and finishing with that last little piggy that went to market.
We real life fear and dread that Peaches Geldof off-of pancake face thinks people like her. Don’t confuse interest in you with affection. If there’s a steaming turd on the pavement, people will point.
Today’s dose of Peaches Cuntof comes courtesy of Twitter. Course it does.
It shows Peaches getting ready to go to a party held in honour of *checks notes* Peaches Geldof.
She’s very excited. You can tell.
‘Paul Banks of Interpol’s side project Julian Plenti is playing at my @Nylon_Mexico party. He is both talented and hot,’ she Twatted.
And in honour of being honoured, the honourable Partying Potato (TM) dressed like a hooker.
‘I mean it’s pretty much my goth french maid zenith.’
'I mean it's pretty much my cunt zenith',