Sources say that the Big O and I do mean Big O, cause there isn't really anything small about her, is getting to fucking tired of posing for the photos that grave her magazine cover each month. She has apparently told the people behind her magazine that they have 6 months to figure out what the hell they are going to do. Personally if I ruled the world like the Big O does I wouldn't be doing a god damn thing. I would have people feeding me Wendy's french fries on the left with someone else feeds me spoon after spoon of Wendy's frosty on the right.
How hard is it to really take these pictures. She gets out of bed, is carried down to a waiting limo, is carried into a studio when the limo arrives that photo shoot location, is feed turkey legs and lard directly from the can as someone applies her make-up and does her hair at the same time that she is having fat sucked out her ass, she sits there for one photo, and then is carried back to her limo and driven to one of her dozen or so houses around the world.
This bitch does not fucking walk, her feet have not touched the ground in years. She's like a black Jesus.
I don't believe this story for one second, only because you know that whatever pictures she takes are photo shopped to Uranus and back so I don't really think they take pictures of her anymore any way. They just create new pics of her by using the old pics.
Get me a frosty bitch.
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