There Are Some Things You Can't Cover Up With Lipstick and Powder

You know, I'm just a dirty fucking hippy with a stripper pole in every room of her house and a closet full of Birkenstocks that I especially love to wear on a day when the hair under my arms reaches my waist and who never discovered "the greatest gift a woman can receive" under her Saturnalia tree, but I have never ever made a sex tape. Not even once.

How long until Prejan poses nude for Playboy and discusses, in the accompanying article, the "empowerment" she experienced upon getting those free breast implants?