It’s not like me to poke fun at a well-fed member of the younger generation, much less at two of them, but I must say I wasn’t at all surprised by these graceless lumps of girls in their tawdry finery.
I bet their frumpy frocks cost a fortune
I bet each dreadful dress was paid for with a year’s taxes from twenty honest workers
And those costly chapeaux! Dead set, they’re the exact copy of the Ugly Step-Sisters’ bonnets. How appropriate.
I bet their mother chose the costumes. Now there’s a glitz-junkie if ever I saw one. Fergie, Duchess of Pork, wouldn’t know a ladylike outfit if she fell over one.
Let’s face it, she wouldn’t know a lady if she fell over one.