The stuff that women say in men’s magazines crack me up. Take Selita Ebanks for example. She claims that she owns a “giant boudoir of nothing but panties and bras” and that she really doesn’t care about diamonds. They basically make up all sorts of crap so that you can whack off believing that there are hot women out there who parade around in lingerie and aren’t looking for someone with a ton of money to finance their expensive tastes. It’s like that blurb on the box of Lucky Charms that tell me that even though it’s pretty much pure sugar, it’s a part of this complete breakfast because it provides me with whole grain and calcium and minerals. Just because it says one thing, doesn’t mean that your ass won’t pay in the end.