I am very thankful that Jesus Christ sacrificed himself for us, because if he never did, we wouldn’t have these gorgeous pictures of ginger angel and saint Phoebe Price bending over and showing off her grass-fed, raw whole chicken ass for the paps at The Grove in West Hollywood the other day.
While dressed like some slutty Morticia Addams on several kinds of acid, PP also posed with her dog friend Henry (whose “Why me?” face seems to be permanent) next to the Easter Bunny whose crotch carrot wants to plant itself in her ginger fields. Little Bunny Foo Foo’s peen wants to hop on over to PP’s patch.
Since all of us at Dlisted are extremely religious and will be spending our Easter Sunday praying (read: getting plastered) while worshiping our God (read: vodka) in church (read: on the couch in front of a TV playing a Fixer Up marathon), we’re taking the rest of the day off and will be back tomorrow. That’s if I don’t get arrested at Walgreens for elbowing a trick in the froat while fighting over 50% off Cadbury Creme Eggs at midnight.