So, um, what do you guys think? Can men and women be ‘just friends,’ or just not friends with Steve Harvey and his lecherous bunch of boys?
Me, I think that if his wife decides to divorce him (or not or whatever), he’ll have a pretty hard time getting a piece of anything from here on out. That or he’s going to have a pretty hard time making any new male friends, ’cause they’re all about to be pissed off that Harvey blew up their spots.
Either way, this post – for me – is positively laced with the thought of Steve Harvey sex and that’s just too much for me to fathom on a Monday morning. It’s like waking up next to a smiling Paris Hilton, a half-drunk glass of Alka Seltzer complete with that powdery-sticky film around the rim, and the smell of chicken farm lingering in the air.
Things that, you know, just sort of make you gag and want to die a bit.