Christ. No, really. It’s time to be quiet now, you insane fucking bitch.
In other news, “HEATHER MILLS TO STRANGLE A BADGER”.
–c.
25 Million SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GO AWAY quid
March 18th, 2008 § 1
£60m? Try again!
February 18th, 2008 § 5
“Divorce experts have suggested that, based on recent cases, Ms Mills could walk away with £60m of Sir Paul’s estimated £825m.”
And they haven’t reached an agreement. Oh god, please, give her nothing. Go on. Please. She’s so obviously grasping for every fucking penny, just please restore my faith in karma and justice and let her hop away with fuck all.
–c.
We can only hope…
February 14th, 2008 § 0
“I think she’ll go abroad and then just slowly fade away into obscurity.”
Please do.
–c.
No, REALLY
November 1st, 2007 § 3
Just FUCK OFF.
“They’ve called me a whore, a gold digger, a fantasist, a liar, … eighteen months of abuse [and] 4,400 abusive articles,”
quoth Hopalong Moneybags.
Yeah. Dragging a national icon through a lengthy public divorce process and not stopping until you’ve got enough money to buy a medium-sized country will do that.
Is the £50 million not enough? Now you want fucking SYMPATHY? You want us to actually go “Oh poor Heather, she’s had it tough, you know.”
“Mills, whose divorce from the ex-Beatle is going through the courts, called on the public to stop buying newspapers.”
Of course. Naturally. Stop buying newspapers. Yup. Not fucking nuts or anything, then.
JUST.
FUCK.
OFF.
–c.
Open letter to Heather Mills
October 31st, 2007 § 1
Dear Ms Mills,
PLEASE FUCK OFF AND DIE.
Yours sincerely,
–c.
Hop it
April 25th, 2007 § 0
Now, please fuck off and die you grasping whore.
–c.
People I would never tire of kicking in the face, pt. 1
March 20th, 2007 § 0
Heather Mills McCartney.
SHAME ON YOU. You utter, grasping, no mark, faux celebrity, gold-digging SYPH-WHORE.
FUCK OFF.
–c.