Fury in fur

On her way to kill Lovely Krystle. Verbally, of course.

Bitchfight number 295

Translation: 'I hear you're planning to take over my company.'

No, she's not going to Salsa class.

She's just fighting with Dex. As usual. Translation: 'Dex, nobody knows more about the male psyche but me!'

Fur shopping!

Amaaahnda eagerly waits for her present. Wait for two more coats and you'll get the fur, honey!

Gettin' your hair did AND getting' your feet did...

While doing some business on the T-T-Telephone!

What's Alexis' dog having for breakfast?

Caviar, of course!

I can see clearly now

By the way, what's growing out of that glass?

A milkshake a day...

...keeps the daughter away.

Gettin' juicy

You don't want this in your face, do you?

Mourning (?) for Cecil

Translation: From the age of 4, Alexis has always been determined to win. From the moment she won her first sack-race, that is.

Sugar free, of course

What else can you expect her to drink in a friggin' hospital...

Cat with a red hat...

... and matching cheekbones.