I was going to write about Kat Von D and how I used to think she was cool until she tattooed Jesse James on her body, then lasered him off, because she’s an idiot, and getting tattoos of every man you screw is a really bad habit. But now I can’t take my eyes off her ill-fitting body suit and an ass that belongs at a behind-the-service-station gentleman’s club. Shit is really falling apart. But, fear not, Kat has a book. Like every celebrity female tell-all, it might as well be called Lessons Learned from Banging Dudes I Shouldn’t Have. Other women gladly pay $19.95 to eat that lamentation up. If a guy whines about the women he’s slept with, other guys just kick him in the bobos and tell him to STFU. As it should be. Jesus, that ass.
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