Not really, I know. The real moment you’ve been waiting is when I quit it with this PP shit, but I can’t! I’m obsessed. I need the psych ward bad! I’m hypnotized by that joker’s smile and those chicken cutlets. It’s a disease.
Anyway, PP was walking her usual track of Robertson Blvd yesterday. Instead of looking for johns, she looks for paps! She found ’em and did a little photo shoot for them. What the fuck is she wearing? It looks like she’s getting ready to take the ice to the music of “Last of the Mohicans” at the Amateur Figure Skating Championships in New Haven.
I promise this will be the last PP post (this hour). Baby steps!
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