Lisa Rinna

Lisa Rinna is naked in Playboy this month. Lisa Rinna's lips are almost as foul and gross and revolting as the Nigger-in-Chief's. All her plastic surgery money has gone into her lips. And that is the last place she needs it. Her body looks exhausted. Her skin has a used-up quality to it. But those lips, man o man, they could take a party of 12 down the Grand Canyon rapids in full flood with not one capsizing incident. Everyone would be dry, too, not one drop of water would have gotten past those dirigibles. Whoever took the pictures ought to be fuckin' fired. Hugh Hefner needs to understand that sometimes you need to go the artistic route. You have to be real creative. When you're dealing with what looks like an Auschwitz survivor you have to use some kind of illusion and erotic suggestion and nuance to get that boner goin' in the reader and not just parade the
spavined nag out into the hot sun, un fed and un blanketed, take your pictures, and then slap the tired horse on the ass and send it dragging itself back into the barn, and then just go home thinking you've accomplished something. Yeah, you've accomplished photojournalism on a war refugee. That's about it. Her fuckin' face looks like she was a burn victim. Hey, Hef, we ain't sleepin' with seven hot blondes, we need some stimulation too, ya know. Who's at bat next month, someone Albert Packer threw up?