A non-pornish officemate recently told me how Stormy Daniels had brought harmony to his relationship.
“Remember how you let me borrow that copy of ‘The One’?” he said.
“Yes.” (He’d asked if I had anything in the porn library that he could show his girlfriend, and the couples’-friendly Stormy movie came quickly to mind.)
“Well, last night a bunch of us were playing Marry, Boff, or Kill, and Stormy did pretty well.”
I’d learned the game as Marry, Fuck, or Kill, in which participants would throw out a celebrity name and declare if they would rather marry, fuck, or kill her (or him). Perhaps I’d learned the game with “fuck” instead of “boff” because I‘d grown up on the streets.
“The other two people were Britney Spears or Paris Hilton,” he said, saying that he’d played the game with his girlfriend and two other couples. “Two of us said we’d marry Stormy Daniels and I said I’d boff Stormy but marry Britney.”
“Why would you marry Britney Spears?” I asked.
“It would be over in a short time and I’d make sure to get a good settlement,” he said. “I’m young. I can withstand that.”
“So that means – “
“Yeah, everybody wanted Paris Hilton dead.”