I don’t know if you can read that….but it says

ur just jelly …and all u do is talk about people who do things…get a job .

Who? Caroline D’Amore is a joke of Hollywood because he dad owns pizza restaurants and she has been invited to Paris Hilton’s Malibu beach party twice and spends her time DJing badly around North America with one of the chicks in the Pussycat Dolls, making fools of themselves, but always walking away thinking they are fabulous because they are delusional and play pre-recorded badly mixed mixes while doing the Paris Hilton dance in the DJ Booth.

I don’t know what fired her up to send that to me today, to give me a piece of her mind about what I do with my days, and how I am mocking people who according to her “actually do things”, when those things are getting over-fucking paid to be lazy lying people but this is what I responded because I had nothing better to do….

Jelly cuz I am fat, or jelly, like a Paris Hilton poser would say jealous?

I don’t know why you’d send me such hateful messages over facebook, but I do know that going to bars and dancing around “DJing badly” like an idiot is not a fuckin’ job, even if by some miracle someone happens to pay you out of confusion. What is a job is impersonating Celine Dion, and you look like you are naturally gifted for that.

You should know that daddy’s money isnt considered work either and neither is owning one of your dad’s pizza franchises that he gave you to justify your allowance that you make some poor mexican work and have managed by other people while you sit around doing nothing all day.

You are the mockery of the people I rip into- even Paris Hilton thinks you are a waste of fucking space and last week’s pizza restaurant garbage and desperate for attention because daddy was too busy eating someone else’s pizza pie to spend time with his ugly, Celine Dion looking daughter

With Love,

Jesus Martinez
DrunkenStepfather.com

That’s a nice way to start off the day, I am sure if I was actually awake it would be post worthy, but I am tired and posting it anyway, because getting hateful messages from retarded fame whores seems like I’m making progress with the site even though the only reason this bitch knows who I am is because I am the only person in the world to have writen about her and when she google’s her name, I’m the only result, at least that’s what I assume….Here are some pics of her in a bikini from long ago….

And another set…

I had the pleasure, and I use that term loosely, to meet Caroline D’Amore. She happened to be badly DJing an event here that I randomly went to and after laughing at her and making her feel insecure about her shitty skills and Paris Hilton dance that I was convinced was a comedy routine, but was actually her life work, leading her to stop her set and having bouncers surround me, trying to kick me out, I managed to call her over and introduce myself and apologize for laughing at her because I thought she was joking around and wanted us to laugh at her and she went into a whole explanation about how she may not be a technical DJ but she loves what she does and people like me ruin it for her, I told her I am an asshole and mentioned my site and her eyes lit up, because unknowingly, I had done a post on her cameltoe years ago and had no idea and she loved it. Now I don’t know if she reads this site, but I do know that she Googles herself and I guess she also knows that staging bikini pics will get her noticed, despite not having a very hot face with her no-lips and jagged features, but with a body skinny and worth seeing naked to ask if you can lick her fiances name tattooed above her cunt, but the real selling point for this bitch is the fact that she is rich from a family owned Pizza chain, leading me to believe that after you cum, she runs to the kitchen to whip you up a slice, even though the truth is probably more like her spoiled little Paris Hilton influenced voice whining about random things as rich girls do.

We did manage to exchange emails, but never maintained a relationship or had cyber sex or got any exclusive pics because I guess she thinks she’s too good to me and that’s okay because pretty much everyone thinks they are too good for me. Just about an hour ago I got to talking to this hot slut garbage woman who I was fascinated by because I had never seen a girl garbage man, let alone a hot girl garbage man and when I stopped in my tracks to watch her throw trash into the truck, I invited her over to come pick up the garbage that is starting to stink up my bedroom and that weighs about 300 pounds and my is wife, she just told me to fuck off and took her tight hot ass to the back of the truck and drove into the sunset and by sunset I mean to the next block and it kinda broke my heart

I have met Pizza Restaurant owner Caroline D’Amore, because that’s just the quality of “celebrity” this site puts me in contact with and in reality shit had absolutely nothing to do with this site, and more to do with my alcoholism. This is the story.

It was a Wednesday and I was looking for something to do and this guy I knew invited me to some celebrity DJ event at a chachi bar, where there was no cover charge and where he would be buying bottles of vodka because there was some kind of deal at the bar because it was mid-week.

The DJ was Caroline D’Amore and I thought I had never heard of her, so I went because I was in the mood to get drunk and have a good laugh. After a bunch of drinks, this skinny, Celine Dion lookin’ girl gets up behind the turntables, which happened to be right next to my friends table and I start listening to her set.

I don’t DJ and don’t know much about DJing, but knew that this bitch was killing every single mix, making each song sound like it was violently raping the next song while she did that Paris Hilton dance behind the turntables. I started laughing and made faces at her and she was starting to notice and obsess over me and my mocking. Within 10 minutes of my pointing and ridiculing her, she turns to the club promoter and calls him over, tells him that she’s quitting her set about 20 minutes into it and when he asked why, she points at me and says I am being an asshole and lauging at her.

I find the whole thing amazing, until the promoter and his pussy security make a circle around me and threaten to beat me up and kick me out for fuckin’ with Caroline and Caroline decides to get involved and tell me how much of an asshole I am. I deny because I don’t need to really drive the point home, bitch already quit her set and I take her aside, tell her about my site and that I was just teasing to get her attention because I have a crush on her and tease girls I crush on because I have the same level of game as a ten year old.

It turns out she knew about the site and said that I had written about her cameltoe in the past , I told her that I didn’t remember but that I fucking love cameltoe and that she should keep bringing the goods, she gave me a hug, forgave me for mocking her and left me. Since then, she has continued her DJ career, while I continue my cameltoe blogging, never to cross paths again, but the fact that she knew the site made me forget that she sucked as a DJ and made me a fan, even if only for 5 minutes and mainly because I wanted to get invited back to her hotel to watch her shower, but that didn’t happen. What has happened is that everytime she’s been back to Montreal, she’s made a point of not emailing me or inviting me out to her event or to grab some pizza and I feel pretty rejected about the whole thing because I thought we were friends, but at least I can still post about her vagina tightly wrapped in a bathing suit. No one can take that away from me.