Gad, what a picture...a sour, nasty "American Gothic" baldy and his nerdy cheese-faced fairy friend. This guy is a football player? All together: "wide receiver..."
If you're afraid of cunts, and a billionaire, you definitely want to go whining to the police about it.
I refer to "cunts" in the British way. After all, there's nothing WRONG with being afraid of VAGINAS. Let's make this clear. Maybe 5% of men are gay, so the other 95% (as well as all women) have to know about it, say it's normal, and instead of just tolerating it, declare this quirk an admirable lifestyle. Like Islam is a "Fine, fine religion" and not warped.
Pitiful isn't it, that the grim Mr. Geffen doesn't exactly have happiness in his senior years. All he has is money, and an asshole that could be mistaken for a rabbit's burrow; 8 inches wide, and very deep and dirty.
In the old days, a sordid story like this (even about an old man and a bimbo) wouldn't even be newsworthy, but now, we're supposed to care:
As the "Frenzy" murderer liked to say: "LOVELY!"
An irony here is that Geffen is a BILLIONAIRE, but Joni Mitchell (of Geffen Records) can't get a record deal. And is David still in the music biz, or just spending the remainder of the time he has left getting his mouth and anus widened and lubed? Not that there's anything WRONG with that.
Of course any time a rich old jerk is with some poor 20-something (gay or straight), it screams in big letters: FOOL. And WHORE. A fool and his whore are soon parted. With or without an order of protection.
At least old, bony Hugh Hefner is still publishing Playboy (and not throwing around orders of protection). What's Geffen up to? It sure ain't getting Joni Mitchell into a recording studio, if only to make her less bitter in her old age.
Remember when this guy was signing up both the great new (Jackson Browne) and old (Bob Dylan) acts? That was back in the day when Rolling Stone was also hot. Both Geffen and Jann Wenner came out as gay, and were to busy pursuing young dickmeat to bother caring about music anymore. Ho ho ha ha hee hee. Can you blame them? Maybe not. How terribly strange to be 70, when the music doesn't matter and all you're hoping is that your boy toy can ram your ass enough to get your own dick hard. Watta life.
And so we leave the sordid world of David Geffen, who did NOT, like the fabulous Elton John, spend last week getting MARRIED. Elton is now prepping for a fabulous New Years Eve concert in New York City. What's Geffen prepping for, a colonoscopy to see how far he can take his next dick? Take another look at the billionaire's photo. Anyone interested in that guy if he wasn't rich? No. Anyone impressed that the guy signed rock stars and apparently took most of their money for himself? No. All he's got left in life is to be concerned about his enlarging prostate and his even more enlarging asshole.
Envy this guy? He has to worry that the next boy toy he gets might fuck him into a heart attack, or fuck him all night and he still won't be able to raise an erection. Geffen is one day going to be doing very little beyond popping entire bottles of Viagra, having Michael Jackson's doctor hooking him up to oxygen and various vitamin drips, and having his lawyer try to get a restraining order against The Grim Reaper.
And now, a paid commercial message from David Geffen:
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