Vanity Fair has released it’s July issue featuring Angelina Jolie and also a piece on Erin Andrews that was written by some guy named George Wayne.
We’re not big enough shits on the media circuit to be familiar with Wayne, but he seems to be the type of asshole that we’d love to pound in the face.
Over and over. For hours.
Wayne,Â manages to become the biggest piece of media shit for some of the dumbest questions ever asked in a magazine interview. Frankly, this is an embarrassment to a legendary magazine trying to hold onto its former glory. (Here is Wayne talking to Rachel Maddow about farting and having a dyke-stache.)
We joke about seeing Erin naked, her career, etc., but she didn’t deserve this moron wasting her time.
Do you have man-size feet like Paris Hilton? You know, she can find shoes to fit her only in the â€œtrannyâ€ section of the shoe store.
No, I wear a size-7 shoe, and I am five feet ten inches.
Not bad, but Wayne just had to get in that tranny reference. Dude is just beginning to show his asshole-ish-ness.
Let’s ramp things up.
What is the one thing you take when feeling constipated?
Are you really going to write about that? Iâ€™m not going to comment on that. That is kind of weird and I donâ€™t feel comfortable answering that question. I have gone through so much in the last year.
At this point BC would have told this cock gobbler to go pound sand and KY up his ass.
Iâ€™m sure you have toned perfectly, too, with all that dancing. But what gets me to the vomitorium is that faux romance between you and that cheesy ballroom-dancing partner of yours. What was with this tabloid fake romance?
Do you know him?
Look, we get the whole ‘Let’s ask her some batshit crazy questions and make a pop culture scene,’ line of questioning. Dude isn’t even funny with his garbage. And can’t even get responses.
We’d tell George to go suck a cock but it looks like he does it on a nightly basis so that comment affects him very little.
At least we know what George takes when he’s feeling constipated.