"Don't you just want to grab some guy's crotch as revenge sometimes?" I asked, half serious, half what-the-hell.
"Yay—uh...," Anna cooed, eyes suddenly more alert than they'd been the entire luncheon. "Can I grab yours?"
I thought, I started it, I have to finish it (as it were). I consented. And then Anna Nicole Smith spent a good five minutes or so groping, searching, grabbing, prodding and rubbing the outside of my jeans, fruitlessly searching for this fruit's privates, which, for the first time in their existence, post-puberty, had actually retreated as far inside as they possibly could.
(Ask any man for the physiological dynamics of what I'm talkin' about after a cold shower, should you not understand me.)
All said, Ms. Es was a sweet gal surrounded by some folks and hangers-on who did not want the best for her. (Let's stay veddy closely tuned to Anna's moolah, post-autopsy, eh?)
Of course, Anna's detractors would say the same about Smith's intentions for her second husband, right? So, perhaps karma's just a bitch, like it always is.
Has E! been pretty close lipped about this situation? I was surprised they didn't run a couple of ANS marathons. It would have been a rating Bonanza.
Ted? Isn't he gay too?
Guess I didn't read it very carefully ... LOL
"fruitlessly searching for this fruit's privates, which, for the first time in their existence, post-puberty, had actually retreated as far inside as they possibly could."