Leonardo DiCaprio Took 20 Girls Home After An Art Basel Party This Weekend, Because Of Course He Did
Yes, THAT Leonardo DiCaprio – seen above at an Art Basel party last week looking like bedbugs and hot ball stink – was the one who took home 20 girls. I mean, 11, 12 tops, but 20? The universe is a mystery.
There have been rumors going around since September that the CEO of PussyHounds Inc. had given walking papers to his bottom bitch Toni Garrn, and now it sounds like it might actually be true. Either that or they have a very very open door policy on their relationship. According to the NY Daily News, Leo was spotted partying with a large group of friends that included Joe Jonas (really Leo?) and Brandon Davis (ew Leo, NO), as well as a whole mess of bony butt model types at the 1 Oak pop-up at Art Basel on Saturday night. A source says that when it was time to leave, Leo left with every girl in the VIP area – 20 of them, to be exact:
“He left with 20 girls. Leo and 20 girls. He is my hero,” our awestruck snitch says. “He was overflowing with models everywhere. The Jonas brother looked scared, like he was going to drown and suffocate in the women. His face was hilarious.”
Why did I just picture that “awestruck snitch” as a dude in a white polo shirt named either Brad or Chad who describes everything as “tight”?
Even though Leo spent most of his trip to Miami up to his eyeballs in model pussy, the NY Daily Mail says Toni Garrn couldn’t take the hint and was desperately chasing Leo around like Wayne’s crazy ex-girlfriend Stacy from Wayne’s World. Sources say they’re officially broken up, but Toni kept following Leo from party to party. Toni, no! That horny hobo ain’t worth it!
And no word on what Leo did with those 20 skanks from the VIP, but my guess is he brought them aboard his yacht, the S.S. Snatch Catcher, had his unpaid intern Lukas Haas arrange them in a cozy 20-person pussy pile, crawled into the middle, took a nap, and had that dream where he wins an Oscar.
Here’s Leo in Miami before he took 20 women home from the club looking like an old timey prospector crossed with a frat boy: