I think I’m in love
I guess cherries are in season
In an interview in the October issue of GQ, Megan Fox admits she used to be in love with a stripper . . . 3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . AWESOME!!! Megan told the magazine:
“Well, that year my boyfriend broke up with me, and I decided—oh man; sorry, Mommy!—that I was in love with this girl that worked at the Body Shop [a strip club on Sunset Boulevard]. I decided that I was going to get her to love me back, and I went out of my way to create a relationship with this girl, a stripper named Nikita. I was there all the time—I would go there by myself. I bought her things—perfume, body spray, girlie stuff. I turned into a weird middle-aged married man. I felt like I had this need to save Nikita. I’d get lap dances so I could get to know her, and I’d give her what I thought were great little sound bites of inspiration—like You can do it, you’re better than this! I didn’t want her to be there . . . Well, she did smell good. Like vanilla. She was sort of a tough badass, but she’d do these beautiful slow dances to Aerosmith ballads. She had really long stick-straight hair and was Russian. I just liked her. She was really sadistic and sarcastic and funny.” (Source)
Thank you Megan Fox. Thank you for restoring my faith in the time honored practice of two hot chicks getting it on. With Lindsay and Sam headlining the news for the past six months, it’s been a rough time for my penis and me. We nearly broke. What kept us going was hope, hope that there’d be light at the end of that tunnel. Thank you Megan for showing us that light. Now if you will excuse me, there’s some beating off that needs to be done.
