Kylie had breast cancer or some shit – but the good thing for me is that the chemo didn’t destroy her ass. I am used to cancer patients being all pastey and pale, skinny and bald, not the kind of person you’d want to do the locomotion with, but for some reason Kylie doesn’t look ravaged by the horrible disease. I don’t want you all thinking I got no sympathy for cancer, my prostate is the size of a grapefruit and I cough up blood daily. I just call it signs of hard living, and who really wants to live a pussy life in a sterile room anyway. I’m talking give me booze, smoke, unprotected sex and drugs and I’m a happy motherfucker. If you are wondering why I put the last pic in, it’s for the gay/closet cases that read this site. Speedo’s are hot, just admit it, homo.