When you reach 82 it is more dignified to crap yourself in a supermarket rather than be filmed hobbling around in a dressing gown in the middle of the afternoon with a bunch of teenage sluts. I, for one, would certainly prefer to soil myself in Tesco, given the choice.
By the time Mozart was Hef’s age he had already been dead for 47 years, having composed 41 symphonies and 22 operas. Hef is still alive, and he hasn’t even written a piano sonata, the useless fuck.
Ah, you reply. But Mozart didn’t launch any magazines with grown women dressed in rabbit costumes.
Well, what of it? I never said that he did.
