Need I say more?

Probably not, but I shall anyway.

I don’t know about you, but that blond (and now seriously hampered) woman looks remarkably gay about the whole business. Is your 15 minutes of fame really worth having your limbs drain and drop off? She must look like  a papier-måché figure in the rain. Or a shit scarecrow. Or some kind of German fetish. Is it really all worth it when your only claim-to-fame is a few square inches on the front page of a budget goss-mag? Even when said shit-rag feels the need to point out that said witheree has rotten stumps where her hands should be? In case we hadn’t noticed…

Bah! What do I know? I am sure it feels great for her.

It would have been nice if the editor could have afforded her another exclamation mark, though. I would have given her three at least. Mind you, I would have felt compelled to run with the headline: “Look! Mum – no hands!”