Holy…decaying…fuck. Sonfoabitch! I don’t know what ungodly portal spat out this deep-fried Gollum but it is fucking my eyes without the lube that even my wiener is coughing up blood non-stop. The fuckin’ audacity, man!

Well apparently this walking bag of cancer has a name and it goes by Donatella Versace. Remind me to never again click on her name…I’ve learned my lesson, yes sir I have. To the two of you who’s into necrophilia, here she is topless taking her leathery corpse out for a sun tan at St. Barth’s. May sick fucks like you rot in hell! This just makes you grateful your blow-up doll doesn’t come alive ‘coz you may be in love with it now but you know this is exactly what that bitch will look like 60 years from now.

An orange and wrinkly horse-faced Donatella Versace and her hot bitch was spotted at St. Bart’s on Christmas Eve. There’s nothing like a sun-burnt old hag in a bikini looking like one of those chinese roasted chicken hanging at your local butcher shop that will definitely make you barf right in your mouth. Speaking of which, she looks exactly like the Peking duck i had for dinner last night–brown and crispy! The old slut’s 53 and still not looking a day under 85! Again, why is Tara Reid haunting me for the second time in such revolting pics like these.

Somebody throw this crispy hag a towel or throw me a pair of sunglasses–my eyes are officially burnt! I swear a fuckin’ tsunami will pop out of nowhere just to wipe out this walking cadaver off the earth’s crust.