I suppose the good news is that they’ve stopped calling it a beauty contest…

Ew…

The gross thing is, you can kind of imagine a Trump sex tape: the gilt pineapples on the four-poster bed, the scarlet silk-jacquard sheets, the glowing “T” in the background, the self-assured promises that this will be the classiest sex tape the world has ever seen — that it’s yuuuuuuuge! — the cracked raving 69-year-old Babbitt analogue barking inchoate instructions off camera . . . no, no more, that way madness lies.


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2 Responses to I suppose the good news is that they’ve stopped calling it a beauty contest…

  1. MamaLiberty says:

    That’s IT! A single look at that man making that face is as close to rape as you can get while watching something on the internet. And too damned close, may I say.

    UGG and EEUUUWWW is far too tame. GROSS is a serious understatement.

    I think I’ll go rinse my eyes and scrub my face. See you folks in the morning.

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