Unsurprisingly, Anthony Weiner will not be the Democratic mayoral candidate for New York City. He officially conceded on Tuesday night, but since he came in fifth place, he really didn’t have to bother.
And as he exited his “victory” party (thanks for classing the joint up, Sydney Leathers!), he bid a fond farewell to his friends in the media.
Eh, big deal. Look, if Anthony Weiner’s going to flash something at you, better a finger than anything else.
My question is, how many dick pics do you suppose he sent out last night? I mean, you have to assume the only thing stopping him from REALLY going wild was the mayoral race, and now that that’s over, I’m betting a whole bunch of people got Carlos Danger’ed last night.
So if you see a cell phone this morning stinking of gin and doing a walk of shame, spare it a kind word. You have no idea what it’s been through.
Pretty much the only person who thinks Anthony Weiner will survive tonight’s Democratic primary for NYC mayor is Anthony Weiner. And when he finally does fade into blissful obscurity, sexting partner Sydney Leathers will fade right along with him.
Knowing her star is tied to his, Sydney wasn’t going to waste her last day of relevance sitting in the house watching her porno (only freaks like Farrah Abraham do that shit).
So this morning, she threw on her best sandwich board and took to the streets:
When everyone’s Scooby ears went all bajiggity, she calmly explained it was “her duty” to be there, and that she has “a lot of things” she wants to say to Anthony.
In fact, as she told the New York Daily News in an Instagram video now making the rounds, being at the soiree was “the logical thing to do.” Even though Anthony’s wife, Huma Abedin, is also expected to attend along with the couple’s young son. (But it’s okay. The media circus happening right now probably won’t freak him out at all.)
Remember back in July when Sydney apologized to Huma? When she said “I just feel very, very sorry for my part and the pain that she obviously feels”? Good times.
You know, Sydney could be right about her fame outlasting Anthony’s. Because now we know she has the one thing required for the survival of all good famewhores: elephantine metal balls.
This week the San Fernando Valley went into panic mode after porn performer Cameron Bay tested positive for HIV, resulting in a huge industry-wide shitstorm. You may never have heard of this chick, but here’s why we’re talking about her: It turns out that the last scene she shot was with Xander Corvus, the guy who provided Anthony Weiner‘s weiner for Sydney Leather’s hardcore debut, Vivid’s “Weiner and Me.” (And the award for most uses of “weiner” in one sentence goes to …)
Sydney Leathers, the woman who rocketed to the D-list after it was revealed that New York City mayoral candidate Anthony Weiner was sending her pictures of his little namesake, is officially a porn star.
Leathers released a tape in early August (understanding 15 minutes go by very fast, she didn’t waste time), but it was a boring solo video where she diddled herself on a couch or something Octo-mom style. Now, she’s stopped fucking around (or started?) and is opting for some hardcore penetration from the gentleman you see above, who’s making his sexiest face. (HE’S A PROFESSIONAL, PEOPLE.)
Lots of people criticize this decision, as they did when “Teen Mom” star Farrah Abraham made the same calculated choice. But really, when your skill set is picking out the right filter for pictures of your cooter or having babies out of wedlock … why not?
Plus, if you consider the fact that Sydney has already been moonlighting as a straight up prostitute, she’s basically doubled her income stream just by doing what she normally does. Score!
The XXX film, “Weiner and Me,” will be released under Vivid Entertainment’s “Vivid Celeb” imprint — putting Sydney among the questionable ranks of klassy ladies like Shauna Sand, Kim Kardashian, former professional wrestler Chyna Doll, and Tom Sizemore. (We’re sure that Sizemore tape is selling super well.)
Hopefully the title is subsequently changed to “Weiner and I,” because that’s going to keep us up nights.