Because there isn’t a minor inconvenience that Kendra Wilkinson can’t milk into a full-on apocalypse, everyone’s favorite alarmist tittie-flasher is now complaining about how she wasn’t invited to Hugh Hefner‘s wedding to that blonde tramp (aka Crystal Harris) one-fourth his age that he’ll eventually end up divorcing, assuming he doesn’t die first of a heart attack or some other Viagra-induced medical emergency.
“I haven’t gotten my save the date yet,” Kendra exclusively tells us. “I’m not joking, I’m really pissed off about it.”
“If I don’t get a save the date, I have another wedding to attend that same day,” she continues. “I got a save the date from one of my closest friends for that date. I’m planning on going to Hef’s but I haven’t gotten the save the date for that same date. I’m getting kind of antsy because I need to pick which wedding to go to.”
So is she really that PO’ed at Hef?
“No! It’s Crystal that does the wedding planning. She’s the girl! If she doesn’t give me a save the date soon I’m going to have to put in my save the date with the other wedding.” SOURCE
Bear in mind, it’s hard as hell to plan a wedding if you’re not a gay man, so this might just be a slip up. That or the fact that it’s probably a terrible idea to invite one of your soon-to-be-hubby’s ex-backup-girlfriend’s to your wedding. “Oh honey, you remember Kendra, right? I used to bang her when I wasn’t banging Holly or Bridget. Yeah, remember how I used to pay you to do things with my old, lifeless schlong? Good times … good times…”