I couldn’t make it out to the Polo event despite all the pestering phone calls I got from all the boys at the country club who just couldn’t handle me refusing to take the corporate jet down to Miami. I guess because Polo isn’t for me.
The truth is that I can’t even afford a fucking Polo shirt, let alone a horse to ride around on with a giant club in some kind of obnoxious sport created by rich people who were bored and had nothing else to do while sitting around all day being rich.
Apparently, they are sexing the sport up a little and had girls modeling some boy shorts making me think that maybe there’s a future in the mainstream for Polo after all, because from my experience all it takes is pussy to be that stamp of approval anything really needs.