
Dear Dingho,
Once again we have to deal with you pulling a Hail Whorely in the press as a result of your interminable FAIL. Having your equally juvenile publicist put out a bogus story about you lifting your skirt and flashing your dingho bits to Whorelando on a dark LA street lets me know two things: 1. You need to get to a vet STAT! Whatever it is that is crawling around on your ass is not going to be cured by a gentle breeze. 2. You intended for this story to make people to forget what a complete and utter failure you and your Whora skincare line are. And they will. At least until after all the real supermodels come off of maternity leave and push your aesthetically inferior busted self back into the shadows with their fabulousness. You’ll be happy to know that the stagehands will be bringing you water and keeping you company.
















