Juan Speakman

in. "It doesn't matter what his name is Cheryl," I can't help but take offence from this posh twat but keep my mind on driving as he carries on. "Cheryl tonight you made a complete ass of yourself what's your husband going to say when he sees tomorrow paper to find you falling out of a nightclub," Cheryl mutters something unheard to everyone then as I hit a speed bump the seatbelt less Cheryl is thrown into her agent's lap. "YOU SICK PERVERT STOP THE CAR," Cheryl yelled her head off as I hit the breaks. I turn round to see her hitting her