I have never heard of the movie Venus. I never want to see the movie Venus. I have no idea who this bitch is. I have no interest in knowing who this bitch is. I’ve already seen her naked and my rule about women I am not married to is that once I’ve seen them naked, I am done with them. In theory the whole reason I talk to them is because I want to get them naked, so if the naked is already on the table day one, I can’t imagine a lasting friendship to ever happen. I guess with this no name actress who you can all IMDB because I am too fucking bored to, is that sometimes when drunk at 6 am after waking up in the gutter, I come home to my celebrity picture collection and have conversations with them like they were my very own Real Dolls. The reality is that they are better conversationalists than my fat wife even though they don’t talk back to me. I think it’s because my wife’s stink distracts me from everything she’s saying. Point being that in a lot of ways, I am already friends with this girl in my own way. If that didn’t make sense to you, it’s fine, you’re an idiot and I’m on a whole other level than you. Maybe one day you’ll make it here but until then, here are some shitty screencaps of some shitty whore, who doesn’t want to be my friend but still gives me all I need from her in picture. Asshole.

I gave in and checked out her name because I was curious, not because I am doing you any favors…and it’s Jodie Whittaker…

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