Say Hel-lo To My Ho Ho's

SHE WAS IN FRONT OF YOU AT THE INTERPOL SHOW? AND NOW TO PAY FOR HER BUDGETARILY UNSOUND DECISION TO GO IN A FUCKING LIMO, SHE'S ABOUT TO SUCK PASTE? AND SHE'S NEEEVVVEERR DONE THIS BEFORE? AHH, THE TRIFECTA OF TANG!!!

After a certain point, if you're anything like us, you're quite fucking certain that the entire world is off somewhere where you can't see them either sucking cock or having said cock, sucked. Like the Wizard of Oz, this someplace over the fucking rainbow actually has a name and face and a place in space.

And it's called CASH.

Wherein dwelleth oodles and oodles of filthy lucre just waiting to provide the merest veneer of an excuse for all kinds of behavior.

"Oh. This is an audition for a beauty calendar? And all I have to do to be IN the calendar is suck, fuck, duck and roll through a saucepot's worth of semen? Well, I..."

"We'll give you $50."

"...I'm in."

Fucking hell. Has it always been this goddamned easy?