The love hate relationship i have with Cheryl Cole. To slap her round the face or to not slap her round the face. Choices...choices. When she exposed herself as a stinking racist, i really had no time for her. She was the fittest out of girls aloud but i resisted the urges of nature and kept up the burning hatred i had for her...fucking racist!!!Then she married black footballer dude, ok, I'll let that one go. So i started to like the old trout again. Accepted her onto my good books. But listen luv...all this weeping Mary in robes walking the streets weeping because her man jumped into a new choice selection of Cod. Get outta town! This is life. Sure it hurts but only until the next cheque arrives you stupid b...oh...dont get me going, please. Im gonna strangle her in a minute!!! Grrrrrrrr. Dumb Ho.
Saying that though i do have her on my Desktop wallpaper, and i'm not really sure how that happened? Besides me actually doing it. And she seems to have appeared on my actual phones wallpaper too. I also seem to be thinking about her everyday, and in a strange way, i also even seem to be in love with her.
But all that's minor. It's all this coverage, she hasn't lost a limb! I mean who's really following this story anyway? Besides me? Everyday? With a passion. I mean who cares!!! besides me...desperately.
As for Ashley Cole's bit of skirt..the other one, blondie, she wasn't that bad. Looked a bit trampish kind of. Like pretty face but trampish. The type of daughter from a family in Shameless or something. Nice and whorebag-ey Therefore, from that alone, i can say to you right now, I WOULD! No i'm going to wrote a part two to this. This aint over Cheryl. I'm coming behind you. And i really dont think i'm going to be able to stop.
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