Two To-the-Limit Blind Vices
Toothy Tile and
Petunia Pickle-Pop really should start dating.
I mean, it would be a fake get-together, but how many real ones are left in this town? Like
Jude Law and
Sienna Miller are going to last. Like they got back together because they just feel so
right for each other, in the end--current flicks to sell be damned!
So, Toothy and Petunia are pushing the upchuck-and-saliva-covered envelope like you would
not believe. Or maybe you would?
Ladies first. Movie-stah Toothy--who's been playing with whether or not to come out the closet for so long now, readers think I'm just makin' this sitch up (I'm not)--recently did a chat show for his latest pic,
Casablanca Cuckold. You'll never guess what a network worker bee caught him doing in the privacy of his dressing room before taping...
No, not fornicating (you dirty busybodies), just tonguing his b-f, that's all. And this little love licking spread through the studio faster than a pink-slip distribution list at ABC!
Causing far fewer but much more horrified mouths to gasp at an L.A. recording studio was Petunia's smelly wake. After barging into the classy operation with her screeching wheels, P2 headed
straight for the bathroom, which had been oh so thoughtfully set up with scented candles and tasteful towels and such.
After 15 minutes of locking herself in the loo, Petunia emerged, leaving the bathroom looking like something out of
Martha Stewart's nightmares. And guess what was left smack in the middle of the restroom--with one
tiny towel placed in the middle?
It was a reeking, warm pile of human discard. Puke. All over the floor.
Jeez, whose wake is stinkier these days, drugged-out Pet's or duded-out Tooth's?
And it ain't