I would imagine this to be a difficult question to answer. I'll put it in my terms: my uber-filtered, media-based, fictitious version of Salma Hayek is the end-all-be-all lay fantasy of my life. In real life, she's probably a complete pain in the ass and I wouldn't want to be in the same room as her after 10 minutes. Since I'd only need about 3 minutes with her, that might still work out - but I digress. So, do they have to fuck the "media version" of the 1995 MJ or the real life version (which was probably an incredible turnoff)?
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