If reality television were the caste system found in any overpopulated Indian metropolis, these two would be living in dung heaps searching for shiny objects in the teeming open-air landfills. Phoebe Price is the redhead which is fairly misleading since her insistence on headdress for the past decade surely implies she’s balding badly. Angelique Morgan isn’t even American. Criminal aliens and annoying fame seeking twats with shitty boob jobs were supposed to be gone under Trump.
These haggard hopefuls teamed up for one last shot at reality show relevance, landing a segment on E! Channel’s “Botched”. It doesn’t take a seasoned medical profession to note these two are actually qualified for this slot. Nor that they will do whatever producers urge to make their production time semi-useful. Like grabbing each other’s tits on a scooter on the sidewalk. It’s an opening gambit to test their compliance. Next comes eating dog food out of bowls on the ground and fucking each other with poison ivy laden punji sticks. This part isn’t for broadcast, just shits and giggles in the editing bays.
It’s hard not to witness these two without feeling bad for that kid you and your friends made do stupid shit back in third grade because he wanted to fit in so badly. Only these chicks are in their forties. If they truly cared for one another, they’d toss back too much sherry and suffocate each other with kitschy pillows. Nobody loves hard enough any more.
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