Dear Lord, please send hail mixed with fire, send lice or gnats, send unhealable boils, send eternal darkness upon us sinners, – I could take all that. But how could you allow for world’s #1 skank Ashley Dupre to get a gig with New York Post? And we’re not talking just about any gig, we’re talking an advice column, we’re talking a Relationship Advice Column. Have New York Post gone mad?
You’ve heard that right. Your worst nightmares have come true. Your deprived kids will be sending their concerns to New York Post and will be hearing back from Ashley Alexandra Dupre, a whore who destroyed the life of Governor Eliot Spitzer, a whore who had nothing worthwhile to contribute to society so she was selling herself out to rich men – that whore will be giving your teens a relationship advice.
I wonder who writes these columns on behalf of Ashley Dupre, though. Obviously it’s not her. It’s the same kind of deal as with Barack Obama and his teleprompter. Barack Obama can’t say a coherent sentence without his teleprompter. It’s all just stuttering (though he also stutters with teleprompter). And expecting a prostitute to be any different would be laughable. New York Post obviously knows that so they are only using the mug of Ashley Dupre as the store front due to the popularity the Eliot Spitzer scandal brought upon her skanky ass. Hence an advice column but I highly doubt actual Ashley Dupre could come up with a coherent sentence to keep a column going. But it matters not. New York Post knows most people are not smart enough to figure that out for themselves so the Ashley Dupre relationship column will likely go on for a while. I choose lice or gnats.
Read Ashley Dupre’s Relationship Column on New York Post website HERE
Because I’m such a good soul, I will give Ashley Dupre an advice with a sample of what quality advice column looks like:
