From the NY Post’s incredibly old and irrelevant gossip mongerer Cindy Adams comes this tidbit:
SO, these friends were at the bar in The Foundry in the Meatpacking District. Professional womanizer Alex Rodriguez, who now and then squeezes in a few hours with the Yankees, arrives with his newest temp — Kate Hudson. A quickie bar pit stop, then to their table, a butter pat away from my friends who also by now were seated. One of these friends had to use the men’s room. And while he’s in the gents’, in comes A-Rod. Now, having seen Alex up close, I can tell you exactly about his face. Never having shared a urinal with him, I cannot tell you about his other varying parts. I am now told, however — and reliably so — that there are reasons he scores big in RBIs.
Ugh. I can’t wait for herpes to rot his junk away.
[NY Post]



Troy O’Leary








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