Heather Locklear was such a hot piece of ass for so many years, that her sudden decline into middle-agedom is kinda depressing.

I always imagined she would remain Amanda Woodward, single-handedly porking her way through all the men in LA, including the insipid Billy Campbell (he and Alison Parker deserved each other, let’s be honest. Limp lettuce should always stick together).

But now? Now, Heather looks like one of those ladies who sells beads at the Sunday markets, drinks kava and asks you to warn them if ‘The Fuzz’ are lurking because she’s on probation for distributing drug paraphernalia.

Source: [Daily Mail]