Damn! Jude Law was thisclose to getting his junk handled. This would have completed Crotch Grab Wednesday. But I’m sure that grabby bitch managed to get in a good one without the cameras catching her. And then ten seconds later, the whole joint was flooded in panty pudding. I bet it was like badly mixed butterscotch.
You can’t blame that molester. When you’re sitting next to Jude Law, you either pour Chia Pet seeds and Miracle-Gro on his head or you scratch and sniff his crotch.
Here’s Jude Law at The Box in NYC the other night. Hold up. Hand me my handcuffs. Are those bitches smoking indoors? CITIZEN’S ARREST! No, Jude wasn’t hold a ciggie, but he’s an accomplice. I’ll have to do a cavity search and by that I mean he’ll have to do one on me. With his peen. Sorry, Jude. Those are the rules. Don’t hate me. Hate Mr. Law Maker Person.