Next up we had a real floozy, I mean doozey, with Brit childhood actress Emma Ridley. Emma looked like the epitome of when bad girls go rotten. She was like a BBC poor man's version of Girls Gone Wild, the washed up edition. Talk about a case study, good grief. Emma's list of issues are as long as her straw hair extensions. Let's see, she was once big in the UK, enjoyed partying a bit too much, got knocked up and hitched at the ripe old age of 13, partied some more, got divorced, partied, got married, he lit the house on fire along with her weave, partied more, had more kids, partied, and now teaches pole dancing in the Valley. I think that about covers it. Boy isn't our job glamorous?