From a comic routine I saw: "The difference between a man and woman's sex drive is like the difference in throwing a bullet and shooting it." Which may be why this mystifies me. Why doesn't the rich guy just get a mistress or two?
You made me rub you I didn't want to do it I didn't want to do it You paid me damn you - I was so scared I'd do it You always knew I'd do it You made us happy sometimes you made us sad the twisted world you made, Jeff You treated us so bad. You made me fly for The island where you kept us and all your friends slept with us. We wanted something newwwww Yes, It's true, 'deed we knew You know we knewwwww Giving, Giving, Giving, Giving what you lied for there are some things rich men commit - perverted crimes for.. You know you made me rub youuuuuuuu . . . *We just finished the documentary. the case is complicated, the case is simple. The story is as old as the bible.
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