New York Post sexologistolumnist Andrea Peyser is not one to judge others. Except uppity minorities. And whores. I mean, she practically has to judge whores. Can't just have whores walking around, unjudged. Andrea Peyser's mouth is spilling over with whores.
She's a fame whore for hire who became fabulously wealthy not for her looks, brains, sex appeal or talent. But for the super-sized quality of her protruding butt.
Why did these two famous people Andrea Peyser does not know commit such a sin, against Andrea Peyser?
It was a pairing born in an agent's office, and spawned in amoral Hollywood. Then, it drove to the finish line wrapped in a dank hell where sacred, holy matrimony is nothing more than a cynical money-making enterprise.
Andrea Peyser wants to be writing positive things, by god, and instead this whore is forcing her to tell it like it is.
These two glassy-eyed ghouls, who announced their split, fittingly, on Halloween, don't give a rat's rump about rational notions of love, fidelity or the concept of forever. This was all about selling one's body to the highest bidder.
It's enough to put a person off heterosexual relations for good.
Sorry, Andrea just... fell into a daze there for a moment. That butt. That grand, protruding butt. In conclusion, uh, whores.