John Travolta's Got Eight Inches And Thinks All High Class People Love Gay Sex

After I tucked myself into bed last night, I read the entire not-so-happy-ending massage lawsuit thrown at John Travolta by an unnamed masseur, and if you haven't already done so, you should do so tonight. Push away your laminated copy of 50 Shades of Mom Cream and get into this bedtime story. Yes, your nightmares will be haunted by a wig-wearing bloated pasty walrus waving his 8-inch dick of doom at you, but sometimes you have to suffer for foolery. What we already know is that a masseur ...

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