So the Mistress of Golddiggery showed up in support of a charity shoe auction yesterday to raise money for the Mines Advisory Group. Unfortunately for the Mines Advisory Group, everybody hates their celebrity spokesperson and the event was a bust…literally. No one came, no one bothered. OK, I lied. A couple people bothered: “…the only members of the public who paid any attention were a couple of office workers eating their sandwiches in the square.” I guess that explains why she keeps conjuring one fantasy after another. Bet your boob job the next salacious leak will involve a sex change and a circus elephant and Paul’s deliriously outlandish requests for her to ride it with a new penis. No depths to her c-bomb. None at all. Source