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Brooke Hogan’s stylist must work at the Chicken Ranch Brothel.

She should have her own clothing line and call it SLUT. They could do their runway shows on Hollywood Boulevard at 3 in the morning.

If she designed a few tranny outfits, Eddy Murphy would be there lickity split. He’d probably be in the area anyway, either making a crappy film or escorting some young thing somewhere . . . His name is spelled Eddie, I forgot. Didn’t he used to be real funny? When was that??? In the 80′s? 70′s . . . What TV show was he on? Laugh In. It wasn’t Hee-Haw, was it?

Back to Brooke, no one gives a shit crap about Eddie.

You know someone read Ms. Hogan the Hollywood Bible before bedtime, or at least the first page that says – SEX SELLS!!!

Finally, she’s about 1000 times hotter than any of those skinny model bitches that you know reek of cigarettes and vomit. You date one of those girls and you’ll be accused of being a member of NAMBLA. How gross is it when the breastbone is bigger then the t-ts?

Update: Brooke’s thighs are so SAWEEEET! Mmmm! Mmmm!