Dominic Monaghan Calls A Girl A Herpes Ridden Dumb Dumb After She Wouldn’t Do Him

Some girl supposedly met Dominic Monaghan at the store she worked at in Los Angeles and she thought they were going to have this major Nicholas Sparks-type romance and he just wanted to drop his Hobbit dick in her coochie for a minute. The chick tells Radar that she exchanged a few text messages with Dominic and after she told him that she’s not interested in some one-time boning and would rather get to know him (HA!), he responded by calling her a Paris Hilton and a Lindsay Lohan. The chick asked Radar not to use her name (“Don’t use my name in your story, but make sure you write the correct name on the check you’re going to give me”!) and she only gave them the text messages he sent her. So who knows what the hell her ass said to him.

The chick tells Radar that they were supposed to go out on a date, but she wanted him to pick her up and he wasn’t having any of that. Then he told her that he only wanted to hit it and quit it. The girl said this:

“I told him the gentlemanly thing to do would be to pick me up for a date. He told me he wasn’t a ‘taxi service’ and that I’d have to earn that with him. Right off the bat he just wanted sex. I wasn’t really down for that, and I told him that I wouldn’t just sleep with him because I’m not that kind of girl. He never gave it a chance, like didn’t even want to get to know me. It’s sad. He told me he didn’t care because I was hot.

People need to know that he’s not the nice guy he appears to be. He’s trash.”

In the text messages, Dominic lets a trick knows that he owns three houses, has $20 million in the bank and that HIS movies have made billions of dollars and that he created Lost. That’s 80 tons of delusion in a 5’7″, 90 pound bag. Here’s some of the text messages that trick gave to Radar:

Dominic’s side of this mess is totally different. He tells Radar that she’s been harassing him for two years and won’t stop texting him, so he finally had enough and told her off.

She sounds like a crazy, delusional stalker and he sounds like a crazy (but hilarious), delusional bag of cold assholes. What I’m saying is that they need to stop ignoring all the sexual tension and give in to each other’s crazy, delusional asses. Two crazy bitches belong together. They’re destined for a lifetime of fighting in restaurants, fighting in their three driveways, fighting in bars, fighting in (insert the name of every public place here) and making each other’s lives absolutely fucking miserable while keeping the LAPD in business. They should stop this mess and give in to the inevitable.