Holly Madison came on to the scene as one-third of the Hugh Hefner trifecta. Sadly, that relationship soured like yesterday’s Milk of Magnesia and she moved on.
She hooked up with magician Criss Angel and I expected a lot more over-exposure from those two than I ended up getting. Other than their joint birthday party, they weren’t half as obnoxious as I’d been hoping, prior to their love vanishing. Disappointing, really.
Now, America’s favorite girl next door is hooking up with comedian and admitted sex-addict Russell Brand. Now, I’m not sure where she fits into the stats. He claims to penetrate ninety different vaginae a month, yet the Sun reports that he’s been visiting Madison three times a week. That is just a ton of cardio.
I’m hoping this works out for a couple reasons. Mostly, because I want to call them RH Factor. Also, because Holly Madison is descending into scary territory. If this new relationship flops, I fear her next conquest is going to be, like, Marilyn Manson. Or Carrot Top.