Shipped Home to the Pitts Yet?

Sooo, on Wednesday, Bethie posted on her Instagram site her family members to somehow justify her writing a children's book while she has no piglets of her own and we wonder if the pariah has been shipped to Pitt to visit the inbred side of the Fam as Howard enjoys his time under the surgeon's knife.

Norma Bates is seen on her Instagram site in full childhood mode thinking she is a little girl playing with kitties with her bizarre sleeping fetish. How long will Howard let this go on? This is not the picture of sanity where Beth is posing as if she is sleeping holding kittens in the air.

Desperate Howard had to go super cheapo this time with Beth's second book that took Howard four years to produce and finally get the book published by the celebrity division of Simon and Shamster. Yes, all the bragging is there between the pages of airbrushed drawings from an illiterate illustrator hanging out at the Playboy mansion and doing his childish drawings. Perfect match up for the no-lister wife of Howard Stern.

Illustration by Devin Crane; oh perfect guy to illustrate Beth's children's book 
about Yoda the purebred Persian cat. Yes, the perversion continues 
at the Stern household where Beth thinks she looks like one
of the fantasy moronic acrylic paintings of this closeted artist 
that DreamWorks can't get enough of [well, the moron comparison
is there with Beth, but not much else].

Real mom Amanda Peet is expecting her third child with her super famous husband, who Howard Stern can't stop fawning over, you know, power is an aphrodisiac, and Howard can't get enough of that husband of hers. We remember the rumors about the beautiful Amanda Peet, who Howard Stern is insanely jealous of, and was a friend of Jerry Seinfeld's having appeared on one of the best episodes of his show. Howard hit on Amanda, you remember, when Stern tried to ditch Bethie around 1998-2000. Oh wow, how tempting, yes drinks at Nobu with a D Lister fugly radio DJ, oh ummm, she turned him down, big time. Fast forward, and no way was Howard's girlfriend Beth O'Nobody going to be allowed any screen time with her in the movie "Whipped" (2000). Yet, Beth's buddy Brian Van Escort got Bethie a part at the very end of the movie for two seconds. Oh well, so much for Beth's big movie career as Beth ran back to the penthouse throwing bottles of wine at Howard thinking she actually had a chance in a movie with Amanda Peet. The best thing anyone can do with the Sterns, is run.

Crappy paint by number painting by Howard Stern.

I guess we all should feel sorry for pathetic Howard as he kisses everyone's ass who is a TV and movie producer because Howard does not want to burn any bridges that never existed. Howard keeps thinking he is getting a TV series or something while he sits around in bandages painting rotten gourds with two different color shadows for shitty Thanksgiving cards.

Angie in the UK promoting
something, hardly matters,
since she gets to pose with
a fat red guy to make her
look skinny; hey honey
you need to lose more weight
with your phony cancer
surgeries so you can be named
the thinnest woman in
history; big deal.

The out-of-her-gourd Miss Drama Queen Masochist might finally ditch her CGI movie career and go into politics which is the perfect place for a person like her who wants tons of continued press, free of charge, and taxpayers will fund her salary for years to come.

You can still smile, Angie, it means you need a botox
filler-up. That splotchy thing on your dress
makes it look like your implants are bleeding
or you were shot by a sniper and can't feel 
it with all that hard rubber, plastic and
metal holding your body together.

The "O" family worked overtime getting Beth's book into classrooms and flying off shelves at book stores with the hag spinster-looking teachers all promoting Beth's latest display of a Howard Stern production to make Beth famous yet again. I bet the O'torsky family are having the big O in anticipation of Howard Stern's special gift this season. Is it a vacation at the Florida time share surgery center? Or is it free corporate tickets to some big football games? Howard can dig into the corporate gift box and see what is there that he can dole out to the grovelers this holiday season.

This happy pig faced woman looks like another Ostrosky or Jarema, not 
sure which side of Beth's family she resembles. This bogus book features
Bethie as a woman who threw a cat into a luxury room with kittens, 
wow, what a lesson there, yep, rich girl throws a cat in a room 
and brags her cat was healed from a phony heart condition by kicking kittens off cat trees.

Team Beth is on board pluggin' the North Shore Animal League as Miss 112 Productions always takes photos of the adoptable animals at the charity that pays Beth a salary. I don't see her promoting Beth's latest kitty cat book. Miss 112 might be bucking for more payola for the upcoming year.

Happy holidays to all of Bill Cosby's former alleged girlfriends [oh I mean the wonderful young ladies he sent to college to hide the salary he gave them to set them up good in their careers]. Old, old sources allegedly have claimed that Camille's a descendant of old civil war families who fucked the wealthy white lords of the south. No one wanted Camille to marry the fledgling comic with no background or social status. But she did, and had some wonderful kids and lost her son tragically in Hollywood changing a tire with one of the hags from the Melissa Gilbert family who was too old to be with that young guy, but oh, they were going to talk about a script; okay, sad occurrence, one which has been alleged Bill was not an innocent victim of his son's death. But, anyway Camille seems to like Cosby after being married to him forever even though no one else can stand him.