Money can buy you things. Money can buy you big beautiful expensive things if you have enough of it. Those extravagant things may attract women. Big beautiful full lipped and round assed women. Those beautiful women will see that big wad of money and will somehow manipulate their personalities into being a fun and adoring playful girl in order to use your money to enjoy having the things they want and lavishing in your big beautiful mansion of luxury. The more money you spend on them and the more gifts you give them will easily add fuel to their affectionate engine and they will continue to rev it for you in order to get more and more of what you’re giving. They will think they have a big beautiful life ahead of them and thanks to Viagara they can also have a big beautiful cock to somehow light their fire, well, that is if they have a dark enough blind fold on and they dash enough ecstasy into their motor... (oh and they can pretend really really hard)
But after time, they realize that even though they have beautiful clothes, new cars, fresh manicures and big beautiful boobies, they may not want to waste it on a wrinkled old prune that wears a silk bathrobe to disguise his flat grandpa ass and only let’s you stay out til 10:00 on the weekdays. Not to mention those old movies he makes you watch every Sunday night that were made before you were born and you have to pretend to like them, and understand them...
They may not want to have to close their eyes every time they suck the saggy boner-wanna-be noodle that’s bounced in and out of thousands of women for the passed 80 years, trying to pretend it still has some life left. Mr. Winkie is tired of getting up and you’re tired of going down. You can only be so superficial, and after all, you have probably faked more orgasms in your 25 years than someone should in an entire lifetime. So you wake up and move on. You still got what you came for and you’re leaving the old man to wallow in his pornographic empire while you walk away with jewels on your fingers, bells on your toes, and a craptastic load of fame to roll off into the sunset with.
Crystal Harris, you may not be as dumb as people thought. And Hef? Perhaps you need to realize you aren’t the pimp playboy you once were. Perhaps ask your secretary Mary on a date? You know she’s not out for your money, and I’m sure she’ll still let you buy her some boobies :)
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