Elisabetta Gregoraci is some model who is married to some almost billionaire old guy who is the president of the Grand Prix race car races. She’s got a hot fuckin’ body, one that would cost 5,000 dollars an hour or 30,000 dollars for the weekend under normal circumstances, but because she has a career of her own, she likes to keep her high class escorting masked as a marriage. Everyone shits on her for being a wallet fucker and no one shits on him for being a pervert who likes young pussy and gets young pussy using her wallet and is just another example of how we live in a man’s world and it’s just not fair for fleshy crotched sister, but the way I see it, there are a whole lot of rich young guys out there. The kind who have rich parents, trust funds and even successful careers of her own, so callin’ this bitch out on marrying for money not love, when she has other options, is wrong when it’s pretty obvious that the root of all this is Daddy Issues. Something I fully support because without daddy issues, going to the stripclub or meeting sluts craving attention by flashing her tits at the bar wouldn’t exist and they are things I pretty much need to live.

The great thing about Flavio Briatore is not his hot tits, but it is that he proves to the world that no matter how fat you are, or how old you get you can always pull it hot tail if you’ve got a good personality, because girls don’t go for dudes because of the way they look, they go for dudes who make them feel good about themselves. I am sure the fact that dude’s a billionaire has nothing to do with it, because that would imply that his wife, model Elisabetta Gregoraci, his baby momma Heidi Klum and his Nubian Princess Ex Girlfriend - Naomi Campbell were all prostitutes and the truth is he probably just has a huge dick and they all probably have some kind of daddy issues that stem from being thrown into the modeling world at the age of 14 and who the fuck really cares, because he’s got more money and hotter pussy than all of us and he looks like some kind of Santa Claus motherfucker who shaved his beard for the summer and if anything should be some kind of motivation for you to get out there and buy some fucking lottery tickets, because we all know that’s the only hope you have of making it big.