Janice Dickinson Gabs On Her Cellphone

“What? What do you mean I can’t get Botox? Do you know who I am? I’m the world’s first supermodel! No, no, SCREW CHERYL TIEGS! That bitch was passing out blowjobs in rock concert parking lots when I was at 54! So you get me some rat poison and you inject it into my face immediately or I am coming down to that office and stirring shit up and you know no one can do crazy like I can. You’ve seen my show, right? It’s on Oxygen? No, the network. For women? You don’t have cable? You poor bastard. I have a modeling agency! It’s in a mall. Anyway, I’m fully crazy and you can see it on the show. Oh christ, the paparazzi’s here. Well, it’s just a tourist who’s gonna sell the pic, but still – they’re paparazzi! Everyone wants a piece of the world’s first supermodel! NO, SCREW BEVERLY JOHNSON! AND SCREW TWIGGY! Those bitches were minor compared to me! I built this industry! And snorted it! And shot it up! And tore it in half and ate it! I did all the drugs! I slept with all the men! And women! I’ve been through the wars and you will give me Botox or I will kidnap your children! I DON’T CARE IF YOU’RE JUST THE RECEPTIONIST, CAROL!”