Here is a video that is well worth your time. It’s just a short segment. Jimmy Kimmel asks a random woman the most impressive thing she has done in her life is: the reply cheating on her boyfriend with a celebrity. Fast forward to 2:56, please:
Of course, that woman is not the brightest bulb in the batch. Her stupidity is not the point. Instead, consider that she thinks it is an achievement of her that someone famous fucked her. This is ludicrous. The achievement lies with the other guy in being famous. Now that he is famous, he only has to take random chicks by her hand and lead them to his hotel room.
If getting railed by a celebrity is an achievement, then winning the lottery and burning all the money afterward is an achievement as well. What that takes, though, is a colossal amount of stupidity. On that note, it takes a colossal amount of stupidity to brag on TV that you’ve cheated on your boyfriend with a celebrity. This is, again, female solipsism in action. She does not even consider how any sane man would view this. Instead, her reasoning is along the lines of, I liked getting fucked by someone famous, so others should also like that I got fucked by someone famous. It is as if she thinks that the dick of a famous guy elevates her to a higher status. Some groupies probably think that, too, not realizing that guys who fuck a lot of women think absolutely nothing of the chicks that hop on and off their cock. It’s just another pussy to them. They will be forgotten very quickly.
Some guys claim to have fucked thousands of girls. I don’t doubt that. If you’re a big music star, you have groupies lining up for you. How many of those do you think Tyrone the Rapper is even able to remember? Heck, I have not even gotten close to a four-figure lay count, but I’ve had my fair share of chicks, and I had it happen that I bumped into women in clubs who seemed familiar and I was not sure whether I had banged them or not. I’m not kidding. Of course, this is not so absurd if you consider that plenty of club sluts disappear into some dingy bathroom stall with you faster than you would finish a drink. Yet, if you are a star and have chicks just coming to you, you will not even ponder about whether you have banged some chick or not. You’ll just walk right past them because you remember nothing of them.
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