Is Beth Pretty? Is Everyone A Jealous Hater?

No. The point is, Howard Stern has deemed Beth Ostrosky Stern a globally famous MODEL and spouts about how she modeled everywhere and was an actress, aside from her various TV appearances and is famous all on her own aside from Howard having to buy her everything.

Beth pushing her face in the public arena means she is fair game and that meat is rotting on her bones. Beth is being compared with other celebrities and she can't hold a candle to any real models like Heidi Klum or Cindy Crawford or any other model on the planet. Beth would be equal to any bleached brat trolling the walkways for a handout. But that's not the point, she and Howard have deemed that Beth is a celebrity in her own right, a superstar and model, so suck it up babe, you are being compared to the true beauties of stardom and you can't hold a candle.

But, can anyone be jealous of two plastic surgery experiments gone awry? No, but on the positive side, Howard does work harder on his figure than Beth does, I mean his legs are thinner than Beth's, he looks like he weighs less than Beth, and Howard seems to have scored some of that needed estrogen to make his skin look like soft putty and to try and grow some hair in between his patchy wig transplants. 

The selfie proclaimed big famous model Beth O has to cover up and hide in an uncontrolled environment, where Howard can't photoshop the photos before they are uploaded to the Internet. Beth hides her short fat legs, but notice her bulging stomach and penis, her droopy rock hard implants and curvature of her old lady spine and weird arms.

I have been mobbed on the streets with many people asking me: Beth-Man, what right do I have to call Beth ugly when my wife's face could stop a charging rhino in its tracks? That's not the point. Your wife is not famous, she's not in the public eye.

Just because you might be married to an ugly hausfrau who never stages daily photoshoots or spends hours shopping online, does not change the fact that Beth is ugly and cross eyed who constantly takes her own picture playing model while posting her so-called famous modeling pictures all the time so again, she is fair game.

Finger pointing? No, fact pointing. Beth has deemed herself a big celebrity and spends her time running around the Hamptons crashing events and jumping in front of cameras spouting some obnoxious lies that she is a model and a tireless charity worker. No cameras, no Beth, no matter what the event. It's all about Beth Promotion or nothing. The Porky Princess gets a salary from one of Howard's production companies, aside from her own charity, where she is paid to be a useless spokesperson. Beth donates nothing, she issues press releases and stages photo sessions with herself every week. She thinks she is famous; even negative attention gives her a giant orgasm as she sits in her Hamptons Hideout where thousands of framed images of herself stare back at her from every nook, cranny, counter top and wall space.

Moguls Howard and Beth constantly ask for donations for the Beth Fund, so Beth can get her name on a building at the charity that pays her a salary. Oh, how nice, yet they managed to come up with the cash for a 52 million dollar Florida Fortress. Beth is a crowned princess of bullshit charity tax shelters for the wealthy who need press releases that make it look like they are doing something for the little people.

Howard pushes Beth into our faces showing that damn calendar featuring 12 pictures of his ugly attention whore with an animal photoshopped into the picture somewhere so she can pretend to like animals and Howard can get a tax write off. Geez, wealthy Howard donated a crappy cheapo calendar for us to pay for and he takes credit; oh thanks for those 12 freak photos of your wife, that shit should be free followed by a free visit to a local psychiatrist. 

Nobody bought Beth's solo bikini calendars. Howard was never going to recoup that money; so onto a charity it was, now they pay her a salary while Howard pretends to give a damn about animals and it's an easy way for Beth to be photographed 24/7 instead of taking her to a psychiatrist for major drug therapy to stop her camera addiction and bizarre delusion she is a model. Cancer kids do not make a good topic for a calendar. So little puppies and kitties work, and it feeds Beth desire to dress up in dumb outfits while dumping the cats onto real foster families when she tires of them. 

Howard has a full-time job making up lies about Beth's past. She was never a model anywhere but New Jersey D List catalogs for fat girls. I mean how much can anyone take of that loser woman Howard married? Beth was a giant never was, a groupie, a hanger-on, holding up walls at numerous clubs in NY until the biggest loser walked in and she finally found her meal ticket, her golden ring, even though its zircon. I guess the real one is supposed to be locked away in a vault waiting for the probate lawyers to show up one day.

Howard paid for Beth and is now trying to push her onto everyone else. Howard teleports Beth to LA and Chicago desperate to get some TV show to take the bitch off his hands, nope, she is back with Stern, back draining his bank accounts.

Howard keeps up the vortex of useless press items for his aged fat melon head who keeps putting hats on that monstrosity to try and cover it up along with those Botox bumps. So when was this photo taken with Maria Monotonous? The spanx lipo bandages seem to be gone, but she is still hiding that crooking canyon cleavage with a big blouse for plus size retro chubbettes. Oh wow, another fired publicity leech, boy does Beth fit with Maria, good luck Beth, maybe Maria will throw a bone your way since you belong with the other dog faced women from Howard's past.