I spell classy 'R-I-E-L-L-E'

This b*tch must be from another planet.

Rielle Hunter.

In GQ.

In a man's white shirt.

Waxing poetic about her 'romance' with John Edwards. And trashing Edwards' cancer stricken wife.

Classy, huh?

Then, she goes on to say that she and John will be together... 'til death parts them.

Alright.

Then, the waterworks. Apparently, she didn't like the resulting layout and cried in Barbara Walters' ear... according to Barbara Walters.

Now, my question is... how did that b*tch get that old crone's phone number? Maybe jump offs have each others numbers.

And my final question... why the white shirt? Didn't she know that she assumed the costume of Jilted Wife Extraordinaire, Jennifer Aniston? Of course, Aniston rocked the look on Vanity Fair's cover, but just the audacity to do that... scandalous!