On No, It's Real

Class With The C(o)untess is actually happening. Some dumbfuck actually paid this uppity bitch to write about her journey from lowly trash of Native American heritage to gold digging slag and give baseless etiquette tips on the way. By the way, I thought we were calling them American Indians now. The best part of the book page is the discussion forum. It has one post:



Cristina Fischer says:
From the Post, about de Lesseps's antics at a friend's wedding:LuAnn, who was there with her husband, Alexandre Count de Lessups [sic], seemed overwhelmed with affection for her fellow guests. "She was trying to make out with women and married men," the source said. "A pregnant wife caught her in the act, stormed off and walked home in disgust." Alexandre "tried to make her leave and was seen throwing her to the ground in the parking lot," our spy continued.

OMG! The Countess is that sloppy, old sorority sister that you had to invite to the wedding but you were nervous would lose control and misbehave. (Those ones always prove you right for dropping them the minute you turn 26.) Apparently LuAnn wasn't just kissing married men, she was grabbing at their crotches, too. She also stole the mike and started singing songs during the wedding band's set, thereby interrupting the dancing - the worst marriage party foul of all. LuAnn and the Count deny the entire "Page Six" report. Still, we can't wait for Bravo! to try to re-create the scene, and get one of their reality producers to take a dump in the "Just Married"-mobile and pin it on LuAnn.



I came across a photo of the Crusty Cuntess' son today:



It's creepy that he has the same haircut as his mother. On the other hand, they would totally win Motherboy!