Crystal Harris

It's a Happy New Year for Hugh Hefner. No, the medical community didn't introduce a colostomy bag that doubles as a Viagra injector. Crystal Harris' trick ass stayed around for their wedding last night! Hef, 86, and his engagement ring-collectin' ladyslave, 26, tied the knot in a small ceremony at the Playboy Mansion right before Playboy's annual NYE party. It doubled as their wedding reception, according to TMZ.

Can you blame Hef for going for the twofer on parties? The last time he put a ring on this fickle ho's finger, she took it, jumped the wall and told everyone how truly disgusting it was having sex with a flaccid mummy on a Hoverround. And then she pawned that ring! Cold-blooded.

He must really need a titslicious bedpan attendant to work the midnight to 6 shift be in love to take her back and buy her another bauble. Either that or he has her family imprisoned in the secret dungeon under that grotto. Whatever works, Hef.

These pics are from Crystal's Twitter and Instagram. Check out the one from the ceremony. Hef has an equally ancient friend standing up for him. It's very Brothers Grimm, with the wizened warlocks and terrified-beyond-reason village slut being forced into marriage.

Crystal Harris' last diamond engagement ring that Hugh Hefner gave her ended up on someone else's finger after she auctioned it off for $38,000 (it cost $90,000) and now here's the latest diamond ring that'll end up in a pawn shop dealer's hand in a few months when her marriage ends and she can't make the payment on her leased Mercedes. Since Hef can barely remember what flavor of Snack Pack pudding he had for breakfast, he doesn't remember that Crystal left him sitting on his Hoveround at the altar and then sold her engagement ring to Christie's. He probably thinks she's new here. So they're getting married on New Year's Eve and she flaunted her new gold digger prize on Twitter yesterday! ROMANCE!

The ring is as tacky as her white and pink French manicure, but at least it's big and shiny. It gives Crystal something to ooooh and aaaaah at when Hef's comatose caterpillar dick slips out of her and two nurses have to resuscitate it with two tiny defibrillator pads before shoving it back in her coochie.

I've thrown hate at Crystal before for being a failure of a gold digger, but maybe I was wrong and she's really pulling a genius scheme. Hef is notorious for giving his whores only two confederate coins for allowance and the last time he was going to marry Crystal, he made her sign a serious prenup, so a gold digger has to get that money one way or another. So maybe Crystal won't show up to the wedding AGAIN and in a couple of months, she'll sashay back into the Playboy Mansion. By that time Hef would've forgotten about their last engagement, so he'll propose again and give her another diamond ring. Crystal will keep doing that until she's got half of Hef's fortune in her gold digger wheelbarrow. Crystal should open up her own pawn shop, so she can cut out the middle man. #getthoseengagementringsbitch

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You know it's real love when your groom looks like a drunk trout making out with bait on a hook (or an old Popeye smoking an imaginary pipe) when he kisses you.

Sad excuse for a gold digger, 26-year-old Crystal Harris, was supposed to marry 324-year-old Hugh Hefner two summers ago, but she dumped him just days before the wedding. For the next year, Crystal spent her days gargling on the douche dick of Dr. Phil's son and when she wasn't doing that, she was talking shit about how Hef grossed her out. But because nothing will make a gold digger realize she's made a huge mistake like an eviction notice on her condo door or the repo man taking her Mercedes, Crystal ran back into Hef's wrinkly arms this past May. And now, the wedding is back on.

A source tells TMZ that in the time Crystal spent apart from Hef, she really grew (read: her bank account shrunk) and she now feels that she's her own person (read: she learned that it sucks paying your own bills) and can stand on her own two feet by herself (read: she learned that standing on your own two feet is overrated and she'd rather just lie on her back). Crystal and Hef are closer than ever and he plans to make her his third wife on New Year's Eve at the Playboy Mansion.

Hef is definitely going to make Crystal squeeze out of a drop of her blood on a prenup contract carved into a slab of stone (Hef is old-fashioned like that), so she'll be lucky to walk away from this marriage with the handful of wooden coins (aka his first paycheck) he keeps in a shadow box. Hopefully, Crystal's money grubbing skills have gotten better. What I mean by that is hopefully Crystal got her pharmacy degree from Education Connection and is selling Hef Viagra at a five hundred percent markup. You gotta get that money somehow.