Spaz de la Huerta Is In Love, Or Something
It's been way too long since we've all caught up with everyone's favorite delicate gutter blossom, so here's the always stunning Spaz de la Huerta shuffling around the streets of Manhattan with a lucky piece who gets to wake up in the afternoon next to the humanized version of his hangover.
You know this love is going to last forever, because a couple that sucks fags together, stays together. I just hope that this new piece doesn't change Spaz's impeccable and genius sense of style. After a night of boozing until you've barfed your soul out into a trash can on the street, don't you hate it when judgmental whores have to ask you if you've had another rough night? Well, you can take a page from Spaz's look book and always do yourself up like you've had a rough night so bitches can stop asking. Just always look like the broke off and dozed off mom who embarrasses her child when she takes them to school in the morning wearing her night gown, chanclas and raggedy hair that can make a brush cry real tears.
And Spaz's new piece better bring his best dick game if he wants to stick around, because he has Elvis' ghost to compete with.