If he started eating real, actual food, instead of fair trade organic lettuce and gravel, he'd actually be able to get his pasty cock up for long enough to give Paltrow a half decent seeing to, and then maybe he wouldn't be so fucking miserable and might write some reasonable music.
Although, all the red meat in the world would be unlikely to make me enjoy shagging that pathetic skinny mess.
(, Tue 26 Aug 2008, 17:44, archived)