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Understanding he must pounce on the muff while he can still use his “Hey, wanna see my eight gold medals?” line — and proving what happens in Vegas doesn’t always stay there — Michael Phelps was spotted working his dolphin magic on the Playboy Club wait staff in Vegas last weekend.
Can dolphins and bunnies/rabbits even mate? I guess they would produce a dolphit. And it would be talented in the big-breast stroke. Awwww.
The Radar writer who snapped the pics said, “It was unreal. Within moments of entering the club he summoned two girls over… I’ve never seen such an aggressive grip.”
Hey, I TOTALLY get why he’s working it with the chickies. If I had a ton of fresh-off-the-mint gold medals, I’d be throwing them through Ryan Reynolds’ window. (Too subtle?) But… isn’t it kind of lame to be grabbing a server’s ass when there are a bunch of hot women in Vegas — women who aren’t on the clock? Whenever I see a guy hitting on a waitress or bartender at a club, it makes me a little uncomfortable for the employee. I’m all like, dude, of course she’s being nice — she’s a captive audience. And she’s being paid to be kind to you. That doesn’t make you a playa.
That’s right. I say “playa” even when talking to myself.
That being said, Phelps may actually be saving that waitress right now from the douche behind him who’s about to communicate the universal “cunnilingus sign.”
Douchiness: It’s all relative, I suppose.
Too bad the guy’s a shark skank out of water.
September 5th, 2008 at 10:45 amhe’s swimming in soeme dirty water now.
September 5th, 2008 at 4:00 pmew.
September 5th, 2008 at 5:02 pmYou Holy Rollers be the witnesses:
I predict that celebutype publications will be BLANGING about Michael Phelps’ great big unhappy jaw very soon.
Separated at birth: Rumer and … who?
September 6th, 2008 at 9:15 pm