Botched starlet Bella Thorne opens wide up to advance her career in a new interview with Complex Magazine. Something she’s familiar with. The focal point of the chat between Thorne and someone who thought they nabbed an interview with a sophisticated blow-up sex doll is her four-second relationship with Scott Disick at this year’s Cannes. Four seconds is all you need to have your name mentioned in the same breath as someone who’s fucked a Kardashian. The celebrity Holy Grail.
Celebs are in peak fame whore mode at Cannes. We can’t blame Thorne for establishing her three degrees of Kardashian by swapping spit with Disick by the pool. But love is fleeting. Thorne states that the former Mr. Kourtney Kardashian was too much of a partier for her delicate sensibilities:
Scott is really nice, sweet, charming. I don’t drink, and he really drinks a lot. And it just ended up…I just wasn’t down. I was like, ‘I gotta leave.’ We were [at Cannes] a day and a half before I was like I’m booking my flight and leaving. I love to go out and have fun, I love to fucking dance, but I just don’t party hardcore like that and it was way too much for me. I was like, ‘Woah, this is not the way I live my life, bruh.’
Translation to reasonable English, they didn’t fuck. The age discrepancy between the nineteen-year-old Thorne and thirty-four-year-old Disick isn’t making anybody flinch. The angelic Elle Fanning would be a different story. But Thorne looks like she’s seen some shit in her life. And then applied it to her face. Thorne also spins Disick’s drunken tit grab caught by the paps:
Honestly, my nipple came out of my bikini and he tried to fix it for me and it looks like he’s grabbing my boob. That’s very nice of you to actually not sit there and stare at my nipple because my boobs are big—they come out of my shirt all the time! You can’t keep those suckers down.
Chivalry isn’t dead. Her drunk unemployed knight in shining gold chain necklace. She looks pretty fuckable for a young woman who’s been working three decades in the business. Our very own white trash Evita.
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