First it was footballer Steve McNair, now a boxer I never heard of until today.
What's a rich, older man-about-town to do? Just wait around til his crazy young minx gets some bright idea when she watches Fox News?
No. That would be a fool's fate.
Instead, Gordon Gekko will never sleep. He will never blink. He will die from it, in a matter of days, patiently waiting for the Zeta to snap, almost hoping she will, to put him out of his pants-shitting, broken-pipe misery, but also willing to strike her dead with his Oscar if she has the balls to think she wears the pants.
Tick tick tick tick tick tick...
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1 comment:
He should have stopped sleeping long ago, only because he could be better spending that time in bed with Catherine Z.
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