Nipping & Tucking His Way To Love
A plastic surgeon who admitted to “hating his wife’s body”, yet decided to marry her anyways because she had “potential”, is now solidly in love with her — and all it took was for him to perform eight reconstrucive surgeries on her:
Vossough spent five years pumping 1,600g of silicone into her body, boosting her size A chest to a giant F cup.
He also enhanced her lips, lifted her eyelids and de-creased her forehead.
The former waitress also had nip-and-tuck ops to her bum, tummy and thighs and countless Botox injections.
Only AFTER£18,000 of cosmetic surgery did Reza, 48, fall in love with her.
Reza, who operates on 1,200 patients a year at his Berlin clinic, said of his skills: “It’s almost like being God – you have the ability to change nature.
“When I first met Cany, she had physical deficiencies, but I could see there was something there. She had big hips and big thighs, so we made corrections, then did a little bit more.
The conventioning view on marriage is that it should be based on respect, appreciation and love. In the case of the plastic surgeon and his slab of beef that he takes pleasure in carving up like a Sunday roast, marriage is based on conceit, vanity, and the ability to inject as many grams of silicone into her ass, breasts and lips as possible.
I’m not saying I want this marriage to fall apart, that’s simply not right. But it does worry me that if after all the nippy/tucky and radical reconstructive surgeries, if this couple turns out to be happy and a model of a perfect marriage, TLDG might insist I get rid of 3 of these thirteen fingers I have. Or she might make me go have this hockey puck sized boil I have on my face removed. Or even worse, she might insist I get a breast reduction. And the fact is, poppa really loves his new snuggly puppies, baby, poppa really loves his new snuggly puppies.
November 6th, 2009 at 7:31 am
If you look closely, you will notice that in the photo on the left, she has “red eye.” That’s just bad photo editing. Period.
November 6th, 2009 at 12:54 pm
There’s a photo on the left?
November 11th, 2009 at 4:15 pm
By the way. I’m tired of being a backbencher. You never get on camera. When the hell do I get to the Cabinet table?
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