The Salahi’s are like super-resistant television roaches. They won’t shrivel up and die, no matter what you spray them with. It’s a particular talent that a few people have for stretching out 15 minutes of fame-whoring until you’re forced to acknowledge their presence.
And whether we like it or not, it works. Why else would Michaele Salahi have her own doll figurine out in the market? Because every young girl dreams of having an anorexic, gate-crashing, Playboy nudie-preening plastic poser to put on her shelf and admire. And its swathed in a red sari, just like the one she wore while infamously at the White House party she wasn’t invited to. So you can fondly (yech!) remember just how she crashed (and hopefully, will burn) into our lives.
[Photo: Splash News Online]
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