Hugh Hefner Calls Crystal Harris A Liar
Failed gold digger Crystal Harris told Howard Stern yesterday that a tongue depressor held by a free clinic nurse has been in her vagina longer than Hugh Hefner's tortoise head dick was. In case you haven't already shuddered through that mess, Crystal said sexy time (because there was only one) with Hef was anything but sexy and it lasted about 2 seconds. Crystal also said that Hef had to stop guzzling down the Viagra since it was making him blind in the eyes and all he really wanted to do anyway was cuddle with her. Did you hear that makers of the Boyfriend Pillow? This is your cue to start making a Whore Friend Pillow (with a built-in waist vagina pouch for keeping your hard candy safe) just for Hef.
Well, Hef went on Twitter last night to call Crystal a liar and say that she BAMBOOZLED his old fool heart. Hef has since deleted a few of those Tweets, but here they are thanks to the power of copy+paste to clipboard for future use.
The sex with Crystal the first night was good enough so that I kept her over two more nights.
Crystal lied about our relationship on Howard Stern but I don't know why.
When I said, "I missed a bullet" when Crystal left, I didn't mean I didn't love her. I meant I realized she really didn't love me.
I feel sorry for Crystal. She seems lost.
Crystal convinced me that she adored me. That was the first lie.
I'm happy to be in a better place with new girlfriends Anna Sophia Berglund & Shera Bechard.
Long Tweet short, they're both dumb whores. Crystal is a dumb whore for admitting that she's not into necrophilia (there goes her gold digging career since she turned off every possible sugar pepaw). Hef is a dumb whore for thinking that a 23-year-old is with him for him and not for the bag of $2 million that falls into her lap when he croaks (insert a Holly Madison shank eye here).
And I'm a dumb whore for still talking about this mess. It doesn't matter if Crystal boned that bag of bones once, twice or a million times. It all still leaves me with the same feeling I felt when our family cat brought me a baby bunny head with bloody veins spilling out of its neck and shit. I tried to push a fake awww out of my mouth, but the wet heaves rushed up my throat, wrapped around it and dragged it down.