Jenna Jameson VS Cindy Crawford
Looks like Cindy Crawford and Jenna Jameson are at each others throats, according to my friend at Celebrity Sex Tape Blog
Although Jenna Jameson generally prefers not to kiss and tell, she decided to dish just a little about a few of her celebrity encounters in her best-selling book, How to Make Love Like a Porn Star. Cindy Crawford was the one person mentioned in the book who was upset enough to demand a retraction.
Last week Jameson received a letter from Cindy Crawford’s trial lawyers demanding a retraction, removal of the offending passage from any future printings of the novel, and a handwritten letter acknowledging that Jameson was entirely incorrect in her assumption that Crawford was hitting on her.
Yeah. Crawford hitting on Jameson is pretty much my wet dream.
Jameson says in her book:
“Once the lights and cameras switched off, the party began. I sat down with my new best friend Cindy Crawford and we talked. However, I kept getting a weird vibe from her,” wrote Jameson, who is openly bisexual. “I knew what it meant because I’d experienced it so many times before, but I kept dismissing it. It couldn’t be true: She was Cindy Crawford, after all.”
“When I turned my back to her to talk with an E! crew member sitting on my left, Cindy reached over and rubbed the back of my neck,” Jameson writes. ” ‘Ooh,’ she cooed. ‘Look at your beautiful tattoo!�”
“[Crawford] touched my neck so softly and sensually. Was she making a pass at me? I froze. It was too much. She was so larger than life that I couldn’t even imagine running my tongue along that trademark mole of hers. So I excused myself to get a drink.”
Well holy shit. You write a fiction book about a celebrity and then suddenly they’re demanding you stop writing sexual things about them that arent true.
Hey cindy, check this out, sue me senseless:
Cindy Crawford walked into my bedroom as I wrote this entry into my blog. “oh my” she gasped, looking at my shirtless gargauntuan frame. “I cant stand the look of a man without his penis in me” as she lunged onto my erect manhood. “cindy! I am trying to blog for the masses!” I cried, but to no avail. 213 orgasms later, I died of a heart attack. As the breath of life left my body the last thing I saw was Cindy’s Mole.
Now, lets hear from ya cindy! At least your lawyer (god I hope she’s hot)
