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To Jennifer Aniston: I don’t care what you say to the contrary, you are in your birthday suit on the cover of GQ because you are out to prove something to somebody. All of a sudden you’re all over the place flashing your perky peaks and cursing like Madonna and we’re supposed to believe you’re not trying to prove anything? Yeah, right. You are clearly trying to prove something to somebody; but you might want to rethink your tactic. The more we see you and hear from you the more desperate and ridiculous you’re starting to look; and by the way, there’s no way on earth you’re that tight at age 40. No way on earth. You don’t even look like yourself on the cover. That’s how dramatically they’ve airbrushed you.

Now for the dudes who like to think they’re not perverts as long as only they know the perverted things they do and think: after you’ve released your passion all over the cover of GQ, I want you to come here and convince me how you’re better than the chewing gum pervert (the one who would rub chewing gum on his penis then give the gum to women) or the Michael Mele’s of the world for that matter. We’re talking what, degrees of perversion? You get excused because your level of perversion has been accepted as normal. You’re just “being a man”? Whatever.