While normal people about to board a flight would throw on their holey crotched sweats, a Tar Heels hoodie and a pair of sneaks, Vicky B. says, “I ain’t your normal beotch” and dares to be different. Mama Vicky threw on her tiniest travelling trench coat and the highest Christian Louboutin heels (5.5 inches, to be exact) she could muster. Struggling to keep her balance through the airport, Vicky holds onto her boys Romeo and Cruz to prevent herself from falling flat on her booty and breaking the bones in her back. Now I normally quite fancy Vicky B’s style, but seriously…what is the point of 5 1/2 inch hooker boots?
Last night, Vicky B. and her boys were in Rome to watch her David make his league debut for new club AC Milan. Funny how those red-and-black hooker boots perfectly match her hubby’s uniform. Fashionably planned? Perhaps. At any rate, what a poor choice for travel! BOO HISS!!
But, my friends, you can get used to seeing more of Poshy in hooker heels and the boys holding their mama up steadily in airports as they have vowed to visit David out in Rome at least once a week.
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