"Two Female-Trouble Blind Vices
Sex is pretty fun, right? We look forward to it.
George Michael was so right when he described it as "best when it's one-on-one" (
I think). But
Petunia Pickle Pop seems to like it when it's one-on-one with an audience of five.
It was a late, cool night in the City of Slippery Runways. P3 was positively
exhausted from partying her nonexistent butt off (like
that's a clue in this nourishment-starved town). Or it coulda been the booze she'd been guzzlin'. Regardless, P.P.P. managed to squish her tush into a packed limo. Her posh pals followed--hey, when don't they? You might say P. doesn't have an independent bone in her oft displayed bod. But anyway, it's what she did next that's so shocking (to me, anyway).
Ms. Pickle Pop unzipped this random dude--who was just tagging along--and proceeded to slurp him up and down and up and...yeah, it was about that romantic. If I were P3, an almost mechanical sex toy of a gal, I'd market it. Like, maybe she could produce blow-up dolls bearin' her likeness. You laugh, but with this shameless lick-lass, it's hardly outta the robotic question.
Then there's our friend
Eve Envy, who's far less famous than P3 but kinda robotish in her own way. And E2 has somethin' I wouldn't wish on my fugliest foe: an
extremely famous diva sister. I can't even imagine the pressure. Add to that her job--word around the office is that Eve's massively lackin' in the talent department.
These could be the demons that drove E.E. to snort some blow in the middle of her super-high-profile workplace. Well, okay she wasn't exactly
Kate Mossing--she hid in a stall. But when she came bustin' out with her trusty nose candy holder in hand, rubbin' her
schnozz, the cover was, shall we say,
blown.
Good thing E2 and P3 travel in such different circles. Collectively, they could probably suck the souls outta this freakin' town."
Ok, I think we all figured P3 is Paris Nasty Hilton, but who E2, Ashlee Simpson? That was my best guess. What do you think?