The newest Mr. Vadge was at the opening of the Fontainebeau Grand in Miami last night with Fishsticks Paltrow, who was probably dispatched there by Vadge herself to keep tabs on her shit. Fishy is giving him a look letting him know that she’s got her fish eyes on him. Or maybe she’s just making that look because she’s fucking starving after not eating for 12-hours straight! Or maybe she’s concentrating on using her yoga-produced muscles to keep that tampon dress up. Concentrate harder, Fishy! No one wants to see your gills!
You know, I wish Vadge would quit with this A-Rod shit. Why can’t she just go out and do a bunch of slut bag shit? Fuck being with just one dude! Her roided-up vagina needs to be loosened up. Doesn’t she get tired of listening to the annoying sound of her vagina gritting its teeth? It’s so fucking wound up and needs a good long month of just slutting around. Oh well.
While Fishy watched A-Rod in Miami, Vadge and Lourdes were out in Los Angeles last night. Not only does she needs to drop A-Rod, but she needs to drop that old bag too! The old bag she’s carrying I mean. Yes, you could sell me a million times over and still not have enough money to buy a bootleg version of that bag on eBay, but it’s still fugly!
And in the first thumbnail below, is that orange gum in A-Rod’s mouth? He must have not gotten to rule #4,567 in Vadge’s employee handbook. It clearly states that all chewing gum must be made from organic herbs and sticky smegma from her cooch.