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An Ode to Denise
Alas Denise we watched from afar, you in BB us at the bar.
From the start we watched with a sense of pride,
Hoping you’d get on well with all inside.
It started off really quite well, but things soon changed in the house from hell.
First was Manson, not the full cent. On causing trouble he was hell bent.
You tried your best at keeping calm, even put up with that fake Yankie charm.
OK you like a bevy or two, hardly a crime or reason to sue.
He was really boring and liked a moan, his voice nothing more than an dreary drone.
It then kicked off with the three rank skanks, an Essex WAG n a couple of Yanks.
One gets paid for flashin her bits, the others at the mercy of an old man’s mits.
Between all three there were infact six faces, alas no brains just empty spaces.
In the end outside saw through their game, three desperate wannabes seekin fame.
Pantgate sent the house into a spin, the twins made a fuss hopin they’d win.
‘I don’t know if I’m happy with that’ If yer name had been Hefner shed’ve shown you her Twat.
The rest of the boys came to your aid, Frankie showed us from what he was made.
It was at this point when branded a sinner, we began to see who was the winner.
So the final came and the best one won, jealousy and bitterness etched on some.
Bad losers they were right to the end, contempt and bad luck to them we send.
Penrose n Macca did their bits, with support down the Arndale flashin their tits.
That’s it from BB for another year, I wonder who’s name next time we’ll cheer…
Alas Denise we watched from afar, you in BB us at the bar.
From the start we watched with a sense of pride,
Hoping you’d get on well with all inside.
It started off really quite well, but things soon changed in the house from hell.
First was Manson, not the full cent. On causing trouble he was hell bent.
You tried your best at keeping calm, even put up with that fake Yankie charm.
OK you like a bevy or two, hardly a crime or reason to sue.
He was really boring and liked a moan, his voice nothing more than an dreary drone.
It then kicked off with the three rank skanks, an Essex WAG n a couple of Yanks.
One gets paid for flashin her bits, the others at the mercy of an old man’s mits.
Between all three there were infact six faces, alas no brains just empty spaces.
In the end outside saw through their game, three desperate wannabes seekin fame.
Pantgate sent the house into a spin, the twins made a fuss hopin they’d win.
‘I don’t know if I’m happy with that’ If yer name had been Hefner shed’ve shown you her Twat.
The rest of the boys came to your aid, Frankie showed us from what he was made.
It was at this point when branded a sinner, we began to see who was the winner.
So the final came and the best one won, jealousy and bitterness etched on some.
Bad losers they were right to the end, contempt and bad luck to them we send.
Penrose n Macca did their bits, with support down the Arndale flashin their tits.
That’s it from BB for another year, I wonder who’s name next time we’ll cheer…
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