Jenna Jameson Is A Sad Mess In Surveillance Video
Watching a swirling vortex of drunkass sloppiness can be entertaining. We all have that friend or relative who goes from zero to “watch this, fuckers!” in no time and the result can be anything from an ambitious pick up of the opposite sex that was doomed to fail from the start, to a drunk construction project whose story will go down in history as “…and that’s how the deck that slopes to the left was built”. Only the blackest of hearts wouldn’t cheer for the flip-flopular success (thanks for quitting my ass, spell check) of this guy, the patron saint of the wasted at Coachella.
There comes a time when drunk stops being funny and starts to be sad, and Jenna Jameson has been setting up camp in that territory for years. Most recently, her handlers gave her a flea dip, slapped her on the ass and sent her out on the talk show circuit to promote her erotic novel Sugar where she all but dozed off during an interview. Drunk comfy is the best kind of comfy when you’re at home and nothing sounds better than taking your pants off and building a pillow fort out of couch cushions, not for when you need to pull it together for a payday after your house goes into foreclosure and you’re close to hopping back on professional dick to make some money.
Radar has a leaked video of Jenna taking the alcoholic sads to a new level. The surveillance from cameras in the house she shared with Baby Huey shows her reaching behind the nightstand in her bedroom for a bottle of wine and drinking it through various time stamps, sometimes while her twins are in the room on the computer. Jenna also moves through the house on different dates with a ladder like Bob the Builder, if Bob was an inebriated lizard used in lab trials of facial fillers, smashing the cameras with a hammer.
I do have to give her credit for being surprisingly steady on that ladder. That is some pro-level intoxication to not be holding onto something for dear life and using both hands to lay down some Hulk shit on those cameras. If it wasn’t so damn depressing, I’d be jealous- two drinks and I’m convinced the world is flat.
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