Good Lord, thems some scary "come hither to my private area" eyes. How in the name of Jeebus did the lovely Dita von Teese fall for them? Ah, 'cause they happen to be attached to Russell Brand's head - the conduit for his wit (a conduwit if you will). According to The Sun's ring fiddler, Gordon Smart, Russell just happened to be in LA over the weekend cause he's in talk with some geezahs about getting his Booky Wook made into a film (seemingly Michael Winterbottom is interested and Russell will play himself...) This is what the perpetually horny one had to say of his encounter with The Teese: "I saw Dita von Teese at the Chateau Marmont Hotel. At the risk of looking incontinent, I walked past her several times to the toilet to get her attention. Eventually she saw me and we started chatting. I was saying some brilliantly funny things, slowly tempting her into my web. I was thinking to myself, 'You like Marilyn Manson? You like weirdos? I'll give you weirdos. Androgynous freaks is it?' It was going well and she goes, 'Would you like my number? Call me any time you are bored'. I said, 'I wouldn't have to be bored to ring you, darling'. Later I texted her, 'Oddly, now I feel perpetually bored. Everything seems pale having met you'. She replied, 'You have a way with words'. So it's all going well." Did I say "conduit for his wit" earlier? I meant for his "smarminess". Oh, and "complete indiscretion".
