There’s apparently only one pumpkin patch in LA. So Robin Thicke and Paula Patton decided to go there this weekend and make out just to make sure that if you didn’t read all the interviews they’ve been doing about their relationship, and how much they like to f-ck, and how big his dick is, and how they get busy to his music, etc etc etc, you have a visual now so that you can imagine how much they like to f-ck, and how big his dick is, and how they get busy to his music.
What are we supposed to be feeling here? I want them to tell me. Am I supposed to be sore? Sore from all the sex? Am I supposed to be exhausted? Exhausted from all the sex? I am indeed sore and exhausted, but not in a good way. And it doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten or un-seen the photo of his hand getting stuck in some woman’s ass crack.