Jude Law leaving Chateau Marmont in West Hollywood. (January 24, 2013) -Photo: Bauer-Griffin, Fame/Flynet, Getty, INFdaily, Pacific Coast News, Splash News, WENN
“I don’t want to talk about it…
Her breasts had so many freckles… just so many…”
Contemplating James Franco’s poetry about that storied locale, I see.
Take note Hollywood stars, THIS is how to leave a bar drunk……with someone else behind the wheel.
JUDE: I wasn’t picking my nose. I was scratching.
OTHER GUY: You was picking it while you was talking to that lady
As yes…the introspective “I will sit here quietly so that none may detect just how wasted I am” technique.
It never works. Someone eventually will attempt conversation and the truth will be out.
ID Jude Law : “mmmmm Lindsay Lohan…”
EGO Jude Law : “You were right, I never thought ‘that’ was what a Blow-job was.”
SUPER-EGO Jude Law : “Don’t mention it, mates, I am not even going to say I told you so.”
“Sh. Shhh. This part of ‘Chasing Pavement’ always gets to me.”
Adele’s first hit song. “Chasing Pavements”
“That droopyness, that firecrotch, that pasty, doughy skin sac…..please God help me unsee….”
you forgot scaly.
It smells as if I just finger banged her yesterday.
“I sense a great disturbance in someone’s vagina. In my bedroom. An hour from now.”
I can’t tell if he is in deep thought or sneaking a nose pick.
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