After thirty layers of puke covered my eyeballs from looking at that nasty Bill Cosby picture, I needed an extra-strength palate cleanser and I got one in the form of Grace Jones busting out some Legends Gone Wild shit during a signing for her memoirs at the Barnes & Noble in NYC’s Union Square last night. Grace Jones showed up two hours later, but she made it up to her loyal subjects by gracing their eyes with her 67-year-old nipple knobs.
Everybody in that place better have bowed down to Grace’s nips. Because long before copycat wannabes like Miley Cyrus, Lady CaCa and RiRi were sucking on their mama’s tetes, Grace’s nipples were partying with the best of them. I’m sure that on any given night at Studio 54, you could find Grace’s right nipple cutting a line for Bianca Jagger while her left nipple stirred a martini for Andy Warhol. Those nipples have seen and done it all. They’re still at it too. I heard that at last night’s signing, she gave her fingers the night off and signed copies of her book with her do-it-all nips.