A big believer in freedom of choice, when Britney left I was going to let it go, I really was. Until I came upon Shane Banner, who doubled back just to leer at her ass.
While I certainly couldn't reasonably condemn him for that, as host of Cupid's Cove I felt that it was time we had a little chat.
"Hey there, Mr. Banger, was it?" I asked, throwing an arm around his shoulders and squeezing hard.
"Yo, Mr. H. How's it hanging? It's actually Banner, not banger," he said, awkwardly trying to get away from me.
"That's not what she said," I returned with a smile. "How about a drink? On me."
He squeaked out something between a laugh and a cry. Yes, I made that shitty joke which he felt compelled to laugh at. I very much enjoyed the privileges of being a billionaire. People would let you do
