Showing posts with label Sexy Times. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Sexy Times. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 22, 2010

Time for a Career Change


Remember back in high school when your guidance counselor attempted to assist you in determining what would be a suitable and satisfying career path for you? I feel more than a little ripped off that 'high class call girl' was never presented to me as a viable and lucrative option. Fuck you, Mrs. Kramer! Because if this week's issue of In Touch Weekly is to be believed, it is pretty much the best job. Of all time. Ever. This trick named Irma Nici says she was paid ten thousand dollars a night to lie down with David Beckham. Let me say this again because if you're like me, it didn't quite register the first time. David Beckham paid her ten thousand dollars to have sexy times with him. I know the sound I just heard was your mind being blown (and apparently, David Beckham being blown by a hooker)

Apparently they got together five times over the course of 2007 (that's 50 thousand mother fucking dollars for you mathletes keeping track) and each time he threw her a big bag of money to do what the vast majority of girls and gays would crawl across broken glass to do for free. Does anyone else find it interesting that whenever Davy boy has allegedly stepped out on his skeletal wifey that it's with a women with some actual meat on her bones? I mean this trick is alright I guess but she kinda looks like a Chola Jenny McCarthy. Whatevs.

Anyway, there you have it. Apparently if you're even just marginally attractive, a super hot sports superstar will pay you tens of thousands of dollars to stick it to you. David's likely pretty pissed right now though because, as we all know, when a dude hires a trick, he's not necessarily paying for the sex, he's paying her to fuck off after and to not talk about it. Bitch just broke the first rule of whore club. Call me David, I can keep a secret.

On a related note, I'm getting Mrs. Kramer back on the phone. A career change is certainly in order for me.

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Justin Time For My Turkey Hangover

It's Mr. JT. This is just what I need today after pigging out on two Thanksgiving dinners last night. Yesterday I was thankful for friends and family. Today I will be thankful for laxatives and coffee.

My boy is in Vegas hosting the Justin Timberlake Shriners Hospitals for Children tournament. JT has three chances to sink a hole in one, if he does Callaway will donate a million bucks to Shriners Hospitals.

Speaking of Justin and holes, some friends and I were recently discussing whether we think Justin Timberlake is good in the sack. I maintain that, as a wicked dancer, he probably has mad skillz because he's got all kinds of sick moves. My friends offered that while that might be the case, he is probably selfish in bed, that it would be all about him. I can see that, too. Yes, we actually spent a good deal amount of time dissecting this. Make of that what you will.

Another pic of JT below. Just because.


I'd like to see Justin with more facial hair. Embrace the scruff, JT!

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

Fugg Bass


Here's Chuck Bass on the Gossip Girl set with Miss Blair. I'm guessing they're shooting her from the waist up only since Blair would never, ever wear FUGGS. Seriously. Ick. It's waaaay past retirement time for those atrocities.

My guilty pleasure show is back after a summer hiatus. I swore I would quit this bitch but, like the mafia, this shit keeps pulling me back in. I put the blame squarely on that mother Chucker. I can't resist his smarmy ass. I was over at a friend's place recently where I was telling him about the crazy sex dream I had the night before about Chuck Bass when another friend called out from another room "I have no idea what you see in that guy." I know, I know. But you should have seen my dream. Crazy! I'm talking sleep orgasm. Sleepgasm?

Speaking of sex times. Apparently an upcoming episode will feature a threesome. No word yet on who will be participating in le menage a trois. Personally I'd like to see Chuck, Nate and Dan go to town on each other but I don't think that's gonna happen. A girl can dream...And I will.