Grubman, or “Grubby Liz” or just “Grubby” for short, as she will
be known henceforth – is the kind of broad you either love her because
she gives you access to the “high life”, or you hate her with the
bitterness of lemon rinds in sour milk because she’s a spoiled rich
bitch who could give a flying fuck about anybody who isn’t
|Well folks, without
knowing the dame personally (she doesn’t make a habit of coming to
such Jersey City Heights hotspots like the Blarney Pub or
O’Doyle’s or Monny’s), it’s easy to tell from her recent
behavior that she belongs in the lemon-rind/sour milk category.
In a word, and it is an exquisite word when used in this
manner, the fucking broad is a major-league fucking cunt.
As her travails continue, she may even reach the exalted
heights of Kathy Lee Gifford and be annointed “Supercunt Bitch
Deluxe,” but let’s see how things pan out before pinning that
prized honor on Grubby’s fake tits.
Grub the benefit of the doubt: she wasn’t drunk when she plowed her
super-celeb lawyer daddy’s 2001 Mercedes SUV truck into a bunch of
bystanders outside a “hot” Hamptons nightclub.
That means she acted rationally when she called a bouncer
“fucking white trash” and promptly reversed her Mercedes truck into
milling bystanders, injuring several quite badly before exiting the stage
outta-there and being whisked away from immediate repercussions like a
dripping-wet Teddy Kennedy. For
Grubby, she’s VERY lucky no one was paralyzed or killed. She found
solace in the arms of an old, equally dim-witted boyfriend of the
trend-set. He should be
jailed for harboring a fugitive – and a fucking ugly one at that.
So Grubs wasn’t drunk.
Which means she intentionally and in clear mind left the
injurious scene of her own creation without regard to who was hurt
and how badly. This
alone is cause to put her in jail for a minimum of five years.
But rest assured and take this guarantee to the bank
doubtless filled with Grubby’s unearned money: the Cunt ain’t
going to jail, she won’t be spending any carpet-munching time in
the Big (Lesbo) House, rest assured.
Okay, say she
was drunk. But it can’t be
proven because Grubby’s lawyer showed up and cowed the on-the-ball
police out there, preventing them from grabbing Grubber and sticking an
alcohol detector in her foul mouth.
Hey, it’s not like all sorts of shit doesn’t get stuck
into that hell-hole; Grubs is likely an expert fellatrix on the order of
Monica Blew-in-ski. Anyway,
the alcohol detector is one item Grubs wasn’t going to blow, suck, or
otherwise excite, so we’ll never know – short of revelations from
witnesses at an upcoming Grand Jury - whether Grubsy was tipsy, topsy, or
outright blotto when she jammed her truck into that crowd.
And left because it wasn’t her fault.
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There was a
video of Grubber outside her $2 million dollar apartment on Manhattan’s
East Side, she was trying unsuccessfully to look contrite and
“apologize” without admitting anything (as Bill Clinton
- another pr expert - did so masterfully).
Grub did not look contrite, and she sounded like a spoiled
feel-sorry-for-me cunt, but fer sher, the fucking cunt looked UGLY.
And we’re not talking plain unattractive, we’re talking foul
at the very pinnacle of New York’s trend-set.
The twatty slut circulates among the slime and sleaze of cultural
back-wash like Britney (“I‘m a virgin who likes to get fucked”)
Speers and assorted jack-rapping idiots who will be broke in 5 years,
selling Rolls-Royces for dimes on the dollar to cover paternity suites.
Puff Combs – barely escaping the claws of justice for gunplay,
stupidity and basic ghetto behavior recently – is a Grubman pal and is
likely banging, or has banged, the ugly bitch.
With the lights out.
So now come
the inevitable lawsuits. Grubby’s
dad and his high-priced and high-powered friends will get it all covered
by assorted insurers, front companies, and by judges who like being blown
by broads uglier even than Grubs. In
the end, Grubby will skate free to roam the highways and clubfronts,
convinced of her own victimhood. Her
defenders in the press – and she has many friends in the press (most
notably the usually sensible Cindy Adams of the NY Post) – will welcome
her back. All the while
making sure that when Grubby takes the wheel, even if she takes the wheel
of a kiddie-carnival car ride – they will be outta there - just like
Grubsy was when she fled the carnage of broken and bleeding people who
suffered her cunty hissy-fit.
There really are no penalties for this incident
because Grubsy believes that she is the victim here, and that she is
wronged, and that poor little Cuntsy deserves sympathy.
Her lawyers are already looking to “blame the vehicle, blame the
victims, blame the police, blame anybody” because Grubsy you see is
innocent. Maybe with luck,
Grubby will meet a nice president or congressman who will treat her like
the hell-hole twat she is. If
only the world worked so well.