This might just be another fairy tale from the pages of Life&Style, but if it’s not, I will be holding auditions next week to replace George Clooney’s place in my no-heart. Life&Style says he might, just might, be dating Parasite Hilton. Barf on me, because this is hurtful.
The two have apparently met up twice just before Christmas. A friend of Wonky’s (probably one of her evil crabs) said they had drinks at the Whiskey Bar alone. The crab friend said, “Paris and George sat and talked together for ages. They didn’t seem to be aware of anyone else in the room.”
Some other source said the two also had dinner with a group of whores at Dan Tana’s the next night.
How can George sit there without worrying about Wonky’s twat maggots crawling into his pants and nibbling on his peen? If Brad Pitt should ever make George’s dreams come true by turning gay, George is going to have no peen to offer him!
I know George loves the sluts, but this is just beyond. Wonky isn’t just your regular cocktail waitress who moonlights as a professional dick sucker at night, she’s a straight-up nuclear zone. If he wants to find another beard to replace Robot Call Girl, he should try to find one that’s not going to make him the free clinic’s #1 customer. Besides, Wonky probably can’t even strap-on for him! Whenever something rubbery gets close to her puss-inferno, it melts into a puddle. That would make George sad!
Here’s Wonky still terrorizing Australia yesterday. KEEP HER!