Admit it. You all wish that you could be a part of a sex team. Not a team that engages in intercourse, but a team that finds somebody else to have sex with.
It’s gotta be the easiest job in the world. Find women for a vaguely funny comedian cum rockstar to pour his seed into, collect a paycheck. That is what a sex team is, right? A team of pimps that are employed by someone much richer? Like the A-Team of poonani? I would be BA Barackus, because that show was so terrible that only Mr. T came out of it a star. Russell Brand is doing his promotional tours for the upcoming Apatow movie, Get Him To The Greek, which only means one thing – we’ll be hearing about his wild days. If you get famous off the back of your vices, chances are you’re always going to talk about them. And surprise surprise, he likey the whores. He likey them a lot.
I had a team of experts who took care of finding women for me. They had very specific instructions. It was as if I was talking to a wine steward – ‘I’m looking for something French, a bit fruity, smells of oak.
That’s an analogy about wine. But something tells me the women he liked DID smell of oak.