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December 20, 2016 | celebrity | Lex Jurgen | 0 Comments
It’s not that every single tiny country doesn’t deserve their own version of vacuous model competition shows, but if you were overrun by the Germans in under two weeks, you ought to think about forming larger entertainment blocs. Belgium’s Next Top Model simply doesn’t ring out with universal authority. You’ve got but a small number of women in your country and some decent percentage of those wear burqas. The herd is too thin to net a blue ribbon hog.
As evidence, your climactic episode booked special guest star Pamela Anderson in half-face. Day care Ms. Potato Heads are assembled with greater care. Googling bankrupt celebrities is no way to begin a booking process. How do you say, “get me Tawny Kitaen on speed dial” in West Flemish? Way to ruin a perfectly bad show. Fucking, Belgium.
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