The Queen is dead, long live the Queen

As Anna "car crash" Nicole-Smith shuffles off this mortal plane to be with Howard Marshall, who, I hear you ask, will replace her, as the clearly barking, once "attractive" bint who, let's face it, will probably be brown bread in a year or two?

Step forward, every straight boy's favourite redneck, Ms Shitney Beers.

She is clearly insane if see thinks this syrup [left] is remotely convincing.

Shitney, you ole soak, I reckon this is more your style:-