Hugh Hefner doesn’t grieve. He picks his balls up off the floor and finds himself a new hottie to stick it in. So Crystal Harris, I hope you can live your life knowing that you were just the 6000th notch on the belt of a true socialite. You’ll be forgotten soon, but Hef will live forever. Case in point: the playboy has already moved onto his next catch, the illustrious Shera Buchard.

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