"What a clown. This dude. I literally blew him up to make my custom wedding dress-he would have gotten all the 'tags & @'s' he's talking about. But I never heard back from him... why? Because I'm not 'big enough.' So cool out, Costello-you do the same s--t."
Yeah. You're not Kylie. #truth
And you didn't follow through with any appointments with Costello, and you wanted your dress for free... but you're not Kylie, so... open your legs and get that free dress!
Did I mention you're not Kylie?
But he's sorry:
"As a result of a misunderstanding and miscommunication between myself and some hotel guests, the situation needlessly and regrettably escalated. I am deeply sorry for my words and actions and ask for forgiveness from anyone who I may have offended."
Misunderstanding? You were a total d*ck. Like, the sweatiest, warted, unclean "d" of all time.
I always said the dude's on steroids. He went from scrawny to muscle-bound, and apparently that affected his scrawny brain. Remember, he faced prison time in 2016 for allegedly assaulting one of his neighbors.
Please. Return to obscurity.
Sweet. Baby. Jesus.
Franny says she has a healthier relationship with money now. She said she had felt guilt and a disconnect having all this money from someone she didn't know (Kurt died when she was 2) and didn't earn. Waaaaa! Some rando could leave me $11 million and I'd have no problem finding a connection with it. Period. But nice excuse. You couldn't find an accountant to soften the harsh blow of your dead daddy's money?
But she's lived and learned:
"Like, it's not necessary to have UberXX or whatever it is every single time you are going five minutes away. Get the Uber economy if you are going ten minutes away, it's okay, it's alright."
Or... walk. Or... get your own damn car.
But she has people in place, now, to handle her money.
Why do asshats who have no appreciation for money end up with a sh*t ton, only to blow it on blow and booze? I can't even imagine a salary of $100 thousand a year, yet alone that sum per month! Ima ready to kick her muffin straight up and out of the place where her brain should be.