Hey, Slut. I've heard somewhere you've decided to pooppeepuke another one. How do I know, when the whole world forgot of your famewhore ex-acting-drunkard? Let me see. It obv. wasn't blind gossip, cause noone remember who is your pitty henpecked. Oh, it's just your Insta. As long as you should fuel the fountain of money when you can't stop eating some cup-trash and rubbish-cakes, plus you ruined your "darling" carrer, you think there is one way: making more and more commercial objects, who's overweight is the evidence of their parents alcoholized brains. I will come up with the idea for you. Instead of feeding your poor children like porker, you can take all this House on wheels in a long trip and never come back. It is not the key to wealth, but it will make me simle for sure and humanity will sigh with a relief, crying happily watching at burning fungs of J in flames of greedy mouth for the last time in their lifes. For my readers (if you didn't die waiting for my posts): what is the next step in your opinion-1) the 4th hoursemen of the Apocalypse; 2) short article about rehab in news magazine? P.s. i was tooooo lazy to post pics in the text, so you will see all glasses of wine below.