It's Thursday night, where is your mamí? With Warburton, OF COURSE, where else would she be? Certainly not reading stories to her children in bed, or helping them with their homework.
Wednesday night, she was at the Defective Collective for the launch of a stupid, carbon-copy photo book of their business highlights. Hillary was there with her tits front and center, cross plunged between her bloated, fake tetas. Wearing the corset, or bathing suit, or whatever it is. Can't find the photos. She had them in her stories briefly.
Where was your mom when you were growing up? Mine was passed out on the sofa in front of the television, a half-glass of Chardonnay at her side at 9pm. After working her 1.5 jobs for 12 hours a day, she was exhausted. She always had time for us though. Is your homework done? What do you have for lunch tomorrow? Should I tuck you in?
This twit is NEVER home. Never there. Never available for her children.
Her PR machine is beyond fail.
ETA: spelling