Giving off that “just woke up under a subway bench after partying all night with a bunch of hobos” glow, former porn star turned certified wreck Jenna Jameson left Sirius today after promoting erotic novel Sugar. Jenna’s in NYC whoring out the novel that’s going to make her the next Katie Price (obviously), but on Good Day New York this morning, the only thing she promoted was the dangers of mixing Oxy, Xanax, everything in her hotel mini bar and zero hours of sleep.
About one second into the 10 car-pile-up masquerading itself as interview, it was crystal meth clear that Sugar isn’t only the name of Jenna’s book, it’s also a cutesy nickname for the bad shit she snorted up her nostril holes last night. Girl was a Botox-filled ball of slurs and I kept waiting for her droopy eyelids to finally shut before she passed out in Rosanna Scotto’s lap. TMZ says that Jenna was so broke off and dozed off that producers cut her segment short and sent her away.
When both Tan Mom and White Oprah look at an interview and say, “Looks fine to me,” it’s so not fine.
Jenna Jameson’s PR whores are probably jizzing over the attention this mess of an interview got, but they should be ashamed of themselves. They let Jenna go out there with a case of the Paula Abduls and they didn’t even tell her to fix her fake hair situation. It looks like her parched wig is eating her weave. How dreadful. See, this is what happens when you fuck Baby Huey’s dick for too long.
And on a positive note, that frosted pink lipstick is the look. It’s like a glossy pink flower sprouting out of a mound of brake dust, old bronzer and tragicness.