Looking like a 9 to 5 summer hooker strolling with her regular john to the skate park to pick up his 12-year-old son, the greasy “can’t get clean” flower that is Paz de la Huerta made mouth love with her sugar pepaw as they walked around in NYC yesterday afternoon. Paz, who has permanent flu face, looks like she never wipes when she pees and hasn’t washed her face since an officer did it for her in the drunk tank and her pepaw lover looks like he’s growing three kinds of cheeses in his armpit, so these two hot pockets definitely belong together. You know the room smells like burnt grease, chitterling water, spoiled cabbage, fingernail dirt and drenched regret when they fuck.
Don’t ask me why ole’ boy is holding that skateboard. It’s either because he’s always ready for some kinky sex shit Paz gets into or he’s really taking his mid-level crisis to new levels. I don’t know. But I do know I will be seriously disappointed if this true love affair doesn’t end with Spaz’s drunk ass getting carried out of her sugar pepaw’s office by security after she attacks him with a stapler for eye screwing some random on the street. If it doesn’t end in fuckery, it doesn’t end!