Dressed in a tux, Jerry Springer, the king of trashy television, celebrated his show’s silver jubilee on Monday. That’s 25 years of paternity tests, adult babies, kung fu hillbillies, baby mamas, bronies (men who dress as ponies), cat fights, and sibling love triangles. To commemorate the occasion, Destiny the Stripper, sporting mile-high stilettos, emptied two bottles of champagne over herself while shimmying in a bathtub. “Here’s to 25 years, Jerry,” she said, doused in alcohol. Meanwhile, a revved-up audience chanted “Jerry, Jerry” in unison.
The man behind the microphone, the spectacle of this tawdry circus, the ringmaster himself—Jerry Springer— took it all in with a smile. But the Springer you might not know about began life with little fanfare, but no less drama.
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