It’s good to be Simon Cowell I guess. Or just really fucking rich and famous. Some men would be phased by learning they accidentally knocked up their friend’s wife and she’s keeping the baby. I remember a girlfriend once telling me she was ‘late’ and crying for a week during the wait. Not her crying, me crying. Not Simon. He got some girls and some brewskis and took out the yacht in the Riviera for some jet skiing and more sex. I guess I’d call him a cad or something if I wasn’t so obviously jealous.
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