I just don't get it. These guys (Woods, Clinton, Letterman, Spitzer, etc.) are wealthy, charismatic, powerful and you would think that they could rate the highest class in the paramour department. Are these diseased, horse-faced skanks all that is available?
While I would never advocate fucking Paula Jones, with one's own dick or with anyone else's (
before or
after plastic surgery), I will admit to some understanding of the thought processes of fools who heed whatever banal, self-destructive instinct it is that comes slithering out of the base of the cerebellum, compelling one to blow the marriage to the former debutante/model/Playboy centerfold, all for an impulsive run at a well-endowed skank, or maybe a youngish fat girl. For one thing, what apparently passes for prime choice stuff in the rarified circles that rich athletes and politicians and rock stars and the like inhabit doesn't really look all that appealing to me, either. I mean, how many clueless bleach-blondes with big fake tits and gigantic sausage-sized lips can you bang before you start thinking, "Damn, this is boring. What I really need to get my rocks off is a
real woman, who's been around the block a few times and shows it. . . Jeeves, drive me to the nearest trailer park!"
A woman with some flaws/mileage on her is a hell of a lot more appealing than some air-brushed bimbo spending $25,000 a month for "household expenses." I'll admit Paula Jones is pushing the limit, though.