
So you probably heard I lost a sexual harassment lawsuit. Sure it stings. But I've lost a lot in my career and I know how to recover. But one nagging thing keeps eating away at me: No matter what the jury said, I'm pretty sure this chick still wants to fuck me.
I realize this is a bad time to bring it up. And there's probably a nicer way to say it. But if you made me swear on a stack of Bibles right now, I'd tell you Anucha Browne Sanders is still giving me a major vibe. Am I nuts? You see it too, right? It's like the way she looks at me...those pouty lips...this chick is wants it, lawsuit or no.
As a point guard, I learned to read signals. And my sixth sense tells me this chick wants to bone. It's like, I get it. I'm a powerful man. I was a successful athlete. I'm alpha, baby. I'd want to nail me too. It's human nature. So I'll pay the settlement and whatever - but just admit it lady, you want it from the I-dog!
What is harassment anyway? I mean - if I open my pants and put my schween on the table and show it to you, all the sudden that's wrong? This "political correctness" is way out of control. I've been showing my dong all across the United States for years and any complaints were easily settled out of court.
Seriously, though - it's like, who else is offering this chick sex? What are her options? Am I so hideous you'd just turn me down? Yeah, I'm getting older, but who isn't? I stayed in pretty good shape. So listen lady, you can say whatever you want. And yeah, I'll pay the millions of dollars. But at the end of the day, we both know you want it.
I'll be in my office. Close the door behind you.