It’s been a rough couple of years for Kat Von D and the gray cloud that follows her around like the Munsters. First, inking that mega Jesse James tattoo on the side of her body when she was just sure the adulterous biker with the white supremacist streak was the perfect man. Then Deadmau5 who doesn’t even have a real name, or a real job. He cheated on her as well. It’s the thing to do. Her tattoo parlor recently went up in flames much like the flames that took out her Hollywood Hills home a couple years earlier. State Farm sued her for that one because she may have placed tons of lit candles arbitrarily around the home to make the sex that much sexier. You’ve never climaxed until you’ve done so while the sofa is ablaze. If I were Kat Von D I’d also grab my tits tightly and thank the Good Lord I still got them. They’re the key to rebuilding.
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