Fayner Posts: Jenna Presley called yesterday.
"Let’s go out tonight to an industry party!" she screamed.
"Okay. Whose?"
"Monstar," she said.
Jenna explained in detail who this Monstar is and what he does. I was bored and didn’t listen.
"Whatever," I replied.
So later I drove across town to their pad, then we all drove across town to meet up with Jerry and Merz and the crew and then we all drove across town to Hollywood to the Henry Fonda theatre.
Walking through the parking lot we saw women with Adam’s Apples and spiked collars.
Got through the line, but they wanted $20 a piece from us.
"For what?" I asked no one in particular. "To see fat ugly chicks wearing next to nothing?"
Ron Jeremy pulled up. We said hello.
"Need help getting in?" he asked.
I looked over at the crew, saw Merz eyeing two men in leather kissing. It looked like he was about to vomit.
"Sorry, Ron, looks like we won’t be staying. See you around."
We left. The only one who seemed upset about leaving was Travis, but he did allegedly receive a late-night booty call from Vanity once and therefore his sadness was expected.