celebrity baby olivia? to see who was having or already had Olivia babies, it was like everyone, like the Scarface guy Al Pacino, and Kirk Cameron & Chelsea Noble, the Borat guy & Isla — no wait! Is she called Olive? — & Justine Bateman (<3!!!), Lori Loughlin, James V Der Beek, Ben Stiller, (& Denzel & Kelsey Grammer). . . oh shit, she could never name her daughter Olivia which was so sad because she loved Olivia, tho maybe it didn’t really even matter———————the audience was laughing and she heard the faraway drone of Mr. Steve Martin as her head slopped & slurped around in the methoxycodone mishmash, flitting and drifting to the porn Rikki made her watch then pretending she was a judge on The Voice then just TV overall in general, warm dreamy pillworld backwash. Her BFFs were still totally into MacMainlining whole seasons, they had this rule where they only watched by the season, big clumps on the free tv sites, they were obsessed with that rad motocross chick Lisa Kelly on Ice Road Truckers, she was awesome! no one cared about The New Girl or Glee or Idol but they still liked The Voice and the Kardashians & sometimes watched 2½ Men because they wanted to so bad fuck&suck Ashton. . you watched different shows on different drugs, the drugs were your clicker. Rikki watched old Dexters & Walking Deads & weird Netflix DVD docs and made her watch when she didn’t want to which was tight as long as they kushed, which they always did anyway before sex or after and even during, she was actually really trying not to smoke, even tho her BFFs said she had it wrong, she could smoke 4ever but stop the roxys & addies til after the baby. 2 fucking hard!!! When Rikki made her watch porn of course they smoked & usually started out with those crazy docs, making girls watch lame scary gross stuff on the internet or wherever was such a guy thing, she didn’t even know how he found this shit, some were kind of interesting but some there was no way she could even, like the site with different drunk women being raped & it looked like killed, Rikki said it was fake but there was no way! or the one with movies spectators took on their iPhones after car crashes before the ambulance got there, poor little kids laying in the road their bodies all bent in the craziest sickeningest ways, people crying and screaming and barfing. He showed her one about a city in China that had this tradition that when a guy died & he was single, his parents would go out and find a woman who was dead to be his bride. They’d dig up her body and bury the two together so they could be a married couple in the afterlife! It was like a really gross, really sad version of The Bachelor. The doc said the dead guys needed to be at least 12 to be eligible, it was the law that you couldn’t have a dead wife if you were like underage. Sometimes the parents of the dead girls could make money too, like if you had a daughter & she drowned or whatever, you could fish her out of the water and get money by selling the body like a dowry. So gross and so sad. If you lived in China and your wife died, now you had to worry about people digging her up and selling her like on Craigslist! OMG!!! 
She couldn’t remember if there was the minimum age thing with girls, probably not, because girls were so discriminated against in Asia and the rest of everywhere, in school the teacher said sometimes in India or Africa or China if the woman has a girl the husband kills the baby right then and there, just like throws it against a wall. So sick and disgusting, so ratchet and beyond! If someone tried to kill her baby (if it was a girl, or even if it wasn’t) she would so torture them forever! Whenever Reeyonna heard shit like that she was so happy and grateful to be living in America, no matter how fucked up things were like the economy. Another doc Rikki made her watch was about a British actress/model with a thing for serial killers — and well of course she lived in LA, where else would you go for your Dexter dreamdate? This girl like became obsessed with a truck driver who was in jail for killing prostitutes. They couldn’t seem to catch him so he like wound up having to walk into the police station like the guy in 7even who cut off Gwyneth’s head, he walked straight in carrying a breast in a Ziploc bag!!! — O M G—like his last kill! So gross and so sad. It said that she visited him in jail and they sang Dwight Yoakam songs through the glass, which actually does go to show there’s someone for everyone. (((;p lol))) Rikki cackled when the voice said the Brit in love with the Dexter used to model for “Herbal Grobust”——a company that made pills supposed to give you bigger tits!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Oh. My. God.
———the applause startled her — the event was over, at least the public part. Jacquie leaned into Reeyonna, never taking her eyes off Mr. Steven Martin, who was still onstage, already surrounded by brown-nosing Biggest Losers.
“Steve knows we’re here,” she said, surprising Reeyonna. She had that pathetic lilt in her voice.
Oh fuck that must mean he wants to hang. The thought of Mr 28 Million ever having seen her flat chest&braces was repulsive.
“Let’s wait for the crowd to thin a little then see if maybe he wants to have a drink.”
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never been that into porn, not really, but lately he was, he liked to get up in the trees with ReeRee, future mother of his future child (whoa!) & watch xxxtreme Tube links on his fosterdad’s iMac then fuck. Lately he made them watch clips on the daughterdestruction site & he’d get turned on by the way Ree overreacted, she’d freak about how gross it was, kind of overdoing it all the while eyes glaze-glued (goo’d to go) to the screen as the dads wreaked their anal havoc; suchwise Rikki knew she was completely into it. The contrary playacting made him go H.A.M., as they used to say.
There was always webtalk about celeb sextapes but that shit wasn’t really on Rikki’s radar. Why would he want to watch sicko fanboy slo-mo compilations of that sassy girl who starred in Hugo dancing on Jimmy Fallon or Kim Kardash getting off with Ray J (maybe for a minute) (maybe longer) (definitely would fuck Nicki M) when he could surf the lubesites & trip on dwarfchicks gettin facialed & creampie’d, or dudes with big bald heads vanishing into a bitch’s pussy til you could only see their fat necks, or Sasha Grey getting DP’d/ATM’d* (in HD), 14 lucky volunteers, bearded homeless-looking mutherfuckers with fixed stares and dilated eyes, hands idly jostling/tugging at dicks to keep their stiffies until it came their turn, buncha bums waiting on/line like they do at Midnight Mission mealtime, a cold, slow-moving queue snaking up to that batshit-crazy white girl, no condoms to be seen, the mini-marathon going down in one of those stuccoey porn safehouses, white & empty except for a mattress and maybe a couch, the biggest ugliest white pleather couch known to man in the known world. The Sasha Grey tape he liked most was the one with the guy laying on the floor on his back and her on top trademark-screaming fuck yeah! fuck yeah! the greased otherhole butt-up in its devilish pillow, ready for the ass-jacking, the xxxxxtreme home invasion, & when it came each bum’s turn, the sorry-looking dude took his dick and sort of almost politely placed it in her bunghole, something almost rather civil about it, suddenly they were in, up & running, ruin-fucking the apple-sized void that was really just the deadmouth end of SG’s large intestine, each bum bumfucking in perfect little segmenty moments of time, never over-staying/shooting their wad or their welcome, must have been someone off-camera giving them the wrap-it-up sign, afterall, this was a professional operation, and as the next-in-lines took their brothers’ vacated place, the just-pulled-outs walked two steps to where her mouth was and Sasha Grey sucked them, by definition sucking the sheen of ass & pussy discharge that coated the bumdicks, by the 6th or 7th dipstick there couldn’t have been all that much, rectally speaking, a friend of Rikki’s told him that porn chicks did some enema detoxing before anal gangbangs, so there probably wasn’t too much shit on the stick but naturally bits of blood & viscousy effluvia & whatever from the odd tear in the fabric so to speak, not to mention the dirty leakages/cum & pre-cum courtesy of the bum’s rush, and while Sasha sucked (occasionally pausing to full-throat shout fuck yeah! Fuck yeah! between blowjobs, fuck-YEAH! — shouting with dead pottymouth that was a mouth yes plus being of course the rank scarlet beginning of esophagus/little intestine) the next vagrant dick already politely proboscising, and so on & so on & so forth, on and on it went, a looped lubey-tube daisy-chain rondelay/square dance from Hell. When a buddy told Rikki that Sasha Grey had actually guest starred on Entourage, Rikki thought he was punking him. He never watched that old piece of shit show, couldn’t find a Sasha clip on youtube, he’d have to Netflix, his fosters didn’t have HBO anyway.