Vinny Chase a.k.a. Adrian Grenier in real-life (who's concerned with real-life anyway?) was seen spending some quality time with Paris at her Malibu beach house yesterday.
So, either Adrian finally caved and unintentionally impregnated the young heiress and she's got him by the cohones, or, for some reason unbeknownst to me, he actually enjoys spending time with ex-convicts with shady sexual pasts.
Assuming that Vinny... eh-hem, Adrian... is far too handsome for the always scary and all-too-familiar (to me, anyway) friends-zone, he's either bangin her or he's been recently castrated and he's hired Paris to nurse the wounds as any caring friend would.
But if I know Vinny, and even though I don't at all, I feel like I do because I see alot of Johnny Drama in myself and I like to think that Vinny and I have that same little-brother/older-brother relationship, he's tappin' that.
I just hope, as an older brother and mentor-figure to Adrian, that he is careful about what he's doing. And by that I mean I hope he wraps his Big Mac with a little more than wax-paper when he's around Paris.
But you know what, maybe in this whole "real-life" charade we play, it is best that Adrian does this. What's a little syphilis if it means that maybe one day the name "Adrian Grenier" will live up to the fame of his alter-ego "Vinny Chase?" I mean, this is Hollywood, after all.
Maybe I've got it all wrong, though. Maybe they're just very close friends and they spent the afternoon in feet pajamas, talking about their own separate male encounters and having pillow fights until they grew tired and cuddled up for a nice, long viewing of Doctor Zhivago.
Deep down, if I were really true to myself, I know that that's what I would want.
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