Wednesday, January 31, 2007
A more appropriate title
She may be out of the running for Miss USA 2007, but the now-deposed drunken lesbian and exhibitionist former Miss Nevada Katie Rees hasn't let that stop her from winning pageants. She was just named Miss JET Las Vegas, beating out the competition to become the reigning queen of the JET nightclub at the Mirage in Vegas.
Tara Conner should take note, because this is a much better way to bounce back from liquored-up disgrace on the Miss USA circuit than talking shit about alcohol. Granted, Tara Conner only had to contend with a few tawdry blurbs on Page Six and not a comprehensive photo spread of her baring her tits and ass, simulating oral sex on fellow revelers of both genders, making out with everyone in sight, and licking her friends' nipples at some party in Tampa she took her fake knockers to. However, I applaud Katie Rees for taking her disgrace and capitalizing on it in the most positive way imaginable: a spokesperson gig for a Vegas nightclub. Besides, I'm sure that she was pleased that Vegas has a reputation for respecting one's privacy, as there obviously was no "What happens in Tampa stays in Tampa" clause in the past preventing her shenanigans from coming back to haunt her in the form of damning photos. For example, I heard that right after she was crowned Queen of the Nightclub, she started pawing at the crotches of the Baby Spice and Hilary Duff impersonators behind her in celebration of her title, but you don't see any pictures of that! Vegas's great dining is her alibi. No wonder she lives there.
Tara Conner should take note, because this is a much better way to bounce back from liquored-up disgrace on the Miss USA circuit than talking shit about alcohol. Granted, Tara Conner only had to contend with a few tawdry blurbs on Page Six and not a comprehensive photo spread of her baring her tits and ass, simulating oral sex on fellow revelers of both genders, making out with everyone in sight, and licking her friends' nipples at some party in Tampa she took her fake knockers to. However, I applaud Katie Rees for taking her disgrace and capitalizing on it in the most positive way imaginable: a spokesperson gig for a Vegas nightclub. Besides, I'm sure that she was pleased that Vegas has a reputation for respecting one's privacy, as there obviously was no "What happens in Tampa stays in Tampa" clause in the past preventing her shenanigans from coming back to haunt her in the form of damning photos. For example, I heard that right after she was crowned Queen of the Nightclub, she started pawing at the crotches of the Baby Spice and Hilary Duff impersonators behind her in celebration of her title, but you don't see any pictures of that! Vegas's great dining is her alibi. No wonder she lives there.
Labels: beauty queens, sluts
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