But Where Oh Where Are The Pictures Of Prince Hot Ginge’s Nipples? (UPDATE: Picture Proof That PHG Was There!)
Here’s JLo giving Casper Smart the silent treatment just minutes after he got kicked out of the pool for making a poopy in the shallow end. How was Casper supposed to know that sometimes a fart brings a friend? They didn’t teach him that in potty training class! JLo so should’ve left Casper in her hotel suite with her other kids, but she didn’t want him crawling away to the nearest gay glory hole.
Never mind that JLo is at a pool party at the MGM Grand in Las Vegas and is wearing the most clothes I’ve ever seen her wear, the real story here is that apparently Prince Hot Ginge was at this party and I couldn’t find one picture of his Red Hot nipples melting under the sun.
E! News says that the Bellagio fountain squirted higher than usual yesterday, because royal panty cream-inducer Prince Hot Ginge was in Las Vegas and partied at that pool party JLo hosted. Some source who was there had this to say:
“It was his first Vegas pool party. He was with a group of around six to seven friends and just wanted to have fun with the boys. He was in town to take a break and have fun. He was letting loose, and swimming and dancing to the music. It was great to see him acting like any normal guy. Harry and his friends even had a blow up whale in their area, they were just fooling around and joking and having some drinks and just enjoying themselves.”
Okay, whores will whip out their phones to take multiple pictures of their stupid food and they’ll post that shit to Twitter like people care, and yet I can’t find one picture of PHG making the pool water boil by sticking his toes in there? What is wrong with people?! If a topless PHG is in front of you and you do not have a recording device to capture that important moment in history, you grab a napkin, prick your finger and draw that image in BLOOD! Or maybe PHG isn’t in Las Vegas. Maybe it was really Carrot Top with his hair pulled back into a bun, because I confuse the two all the time.
The only way we’ll know if PHG is really in Las Vegas is if all the lights dim tonight to honor the ultimate dome of luminous light on his head.
UPDATE: YAAAAASSSS! Thanks to KHx for dropping the tingles on me by sending in a picture of PHG partying in Vegas on Saturday. No, my eyes aren’t burning from getting poked by his nipples, but he is showing his royal pits and doing the douche pose, so I’ll take what I can get.
You know, I CAN’T with PHG’s friend. If PHG is sitting on your shoulders, you pray to be possessed by a demon so that your head can do the Exorcist head twist right into his crotch. Or you pray to the gods above to give you a mouth on the back of your neck.
UPDATE #2: If you need me, I’ll be sitting at The Sun all day, because they have PHG nipple pictures complete with his five-lane happy trail. Today is also the day that I’m actually jealous of a giant beach ball, a giant beach ball that is probably knocked up with little ginger ball babies now.