The Blind Item Guessing Game: How We Live In August
We usually look forward to Thursday mornings, when we hop out of our bunk beds at 6 a.m., slide across the hardwood floors on the pads of our footie pajamas, and fire up the browser to see what blind item goody humpy E! Gossip Claus Ted Casablanca has left for us. Sweaty three ways featuring a couple of starlets and a Hollywood hunk? Salacious insinuations that Mr. Super Straight Action Star is an ass-play-craving power bottom? Casual drug abuse by a fifteen year old? But this is August and the Mighty Ted C has been momentarily felled; there is no Blind Item Santa, Victoria, in the dog days of summer. Today's "One Neurotic Blind Vice" features a Hollywood husband mildly bitching about his wife. Please, Ted, tell us (in confidence, of course) that he did his complaining while blowing lines off the back of a 17-year-old he met on DiscreetInches.com. Please?
Feel free to send in your guesses. We'll print them later if enough of you are up to the challenge.
