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Shit, I
Would Love to Get Raped by Kobe Bryant
I don't understand people sometimes. This 19-year-old girl in Colorado
charges Kobe Bryant with sexual assault—not rape, meaning that she didn't
even try to get pregnant. Eh, hello? This guy's got
money out the ass, so let him give it to you in the ass (but obviously
make him dunk it in the right hoop to finish). Ever hear of Sean
Kemp, lady? This guy's got like six kids across the country, all
of them getting ree-aatch. Man, people can be so stupid.
If I told you that for ten minutes of discomfort and/or degradation, you
could be set for life, wouldn't you take it? This chick must really
be crazy like all those websites say.
Anyway, you know Kobe's wife is praying for a conviction.
Shit, he admits to adultery, she gets a four million dollar ring.
What's he going to get her if a guilty verdict comes in? “I'm sorry
baby, here's a new car. The chassis was carved out of the Wailing
Wall, the windshield is made out of stained glass from the Sistine Chapel,
the pistons are the Elephant Man's bones, and the seats are upholstered
with albino koala bear fur.”
Of course, Kobe's million dollar dick means nothing to
me, since I'm all man. All outros, no intros on this body.
Though, now that I think about it, I would be so thankful if Kobe porked
me. I mean, not for the love-making experience, but for the aftermath.
Hell, a superstar like him having a gay relationship has got to pull twice
as much dough as one with just some chick on the side. Man, Ray Lewis
survived a murder trial and now he's endorsing video games, but a homosexual
relationship? You can't come back from that. People hate gays.
I'm onto something here...off to the drawing board... |
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