Hey Ironmagazine,
Just because this was a pure bust and now Palumbo and Bob want to play grabass with each other, doesn't mean that we're letting you off the hook my friend.
You said you knew, due to firsthand/eye-witness proof that Bob Chick cheated on his wife every day and that you witnessed it firsthand in a hotel room. For the sake of saving this otherwise bloated thread that will soon evaporate into the netherworld, can you please elaborate on these juicy details?
In other words, were you the naked, grown-ass man in a dark closet that while peeking through the small slit of two doors was violently jacking off to the site of Bob viciously fucking a fitness chick on a round-shaped bed at the mirage hotel? Give us (particularly me) the juicy details man. Stop teasing us with the insider bullshit and back up your claims. I want play-by-play details that only an eye-witness could provide. By play-by-play, I'm talking the sight of a trail of Bob's fully-purple attire from shoes, slacks, blazer, satin ditto, socks, to even that of purple edible underwear lining up from door to bed and leading up to the ravaging of that whoreish sacrificial fitness lamb.
Undress this hunk of a man, piece by piece.
We appreciate and await your response.
Don't let us down man, don't let us down...
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