loved the fact that you had fun in vegas. a trip there with the friends before returning to afghanistan? all on it. naked billiards? well, i wouldn’t do it because my naked flesh would alarm all participants, but i’m fifty two. you’re young and gorgeous and i happen to know that for a fact because i’ve seen the pictures.
maybe your youth can explain the terrific naivete in believing the oft repeated truism that what happens in vegas stays in vegas. but please, h., that’s just a saying.
there is no privacy. no way to keep pictures from reaching tmz.com or radaronline.com or even just your grandmother who has a facebook account of her own. what i find interesting in meeting my facebook friends is that ninety nine percent understand that everything they post and comment and like and twitter and update is going to be seen by everybody.
h, it’s been a rough week–your girlfriend chelsy has broke up with you, your grandmother is all in a snit, they’ve made you and your cohorts take down your facebook accounts–that was such a cute code name spike wells!
on the other hand, you received a ten million dollar offer to headline a vegas show and you’re so adorable that you’ve got close to 20,000 “likes” on a facebook page devoted to giving you a royal salute:
the facebook page “support prince harry with a royal salute” is sort of fun. https://www.facebook.com/groups/336283586466687/
in any event, h., i really mean to say, do what you want in vegas as long as it’s consensual and everybody turns in their cell phones before the party gets started. i appreciate your service in afghanistan and the fact that you’ve never shirked your duties. and if it weren’t for the minor vagaries of cellulite and gravity, i’d salute you myself!