1. I could channel Lizzie, look up into Sasquatch's belt buckle and declare: "F - - - you, white trash!"ROFL
Or: 2. I could sound the spoiled rich chick's battle cry: "Don't you know who I am?"
But seeing that I can't afford the kind of reconstructive facial surgery on display from various members of the potty posse....
Meow! Pfft pffft! Hilarious.
Headline writers have a thankless difficult job. Whoever wrote this one must be very pleased with him/her self tonight.
Bet it ends up framed about the mantle.