Has anyone ever tried to figure out the sexual proclivities of the rich and famous?
Seriously. How many celebrities out there seem to have their own sex tapes that seem to have more infrared imaging than even the most unpure of the Pentagon. Hell, it almost seems to be a rite of passage these days to, pardon the pun, get ahead.
But really... who gives a flying Freudian rats pooper about Paris Hilton deep-throating some dude in a seedy motel room. And with her and Lindsay Lohan, or Nicole Ritchie, or any other teenie-bopper waste of oxygen out there constantly poking at their Blackberries like a U.S. Senator, one has to wonder if they're just following up on how many hits their online tape is getting.
And that, my friends, bring me to my next point...
Why, oh why, do men around the world feel the compelling need to download a, what, 13 megabyte sampler of that drivel, when you could just as well watch The Simple Life and literally feel those brain cells dripping out of your ear canal?
If one has to fulfill their five minute dolphin flogging by watching the rich and famous get their jollies off, then all I have to say is give me the Sears catalogue.
Those are just my thoughts though...
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