shoving the heavy camera equipment away and roughly kicking it while still in the paparazzi’s hands.
The photographer is suing for a whopping three million dollars in damages and emotional distress brought on by the rock star.
When asked for a statement, Cash replied his standard response of, “No comment.”
Hollywood Reporter
We spy Cash Motherf***kin’ McGraw out with another model. People Magazine’s Sexiest Man of the Year was seen out with number one model Kendall Gresham.
They were spotted drinking heavily and making out for all to see at the recent Music Awards Ceremony.
Over the last eight years, the members of Life of Debauchery have been seen with more women than we can keep count. Heartbreakers are what they’ve been described as by many of their conquests all over the world.
Their confirmed bed hopping ways don’t seem to be changing anytime soon. All four bandmates are currently single. Although, the lead front man has never confirmed nor denied allegations of being in a relationship with any of the women he has been caught out with.
Despite the sex tape that surfaced earlier this year with porn star Alyssa Cummings and Cash McGraw, the only thing it showed us was how BIG this artist is in and out of the bedroom.
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Life of Debauchery may hold the reputation for misbehaving delinquents for the last ten years, but the bad rep hasn’t done anything but make them more untouchable and desirable.
For the last decade we have watched the rise of their career and unmistakable talent lead front man Cash McGraw holds.
Today, the multi-platinum artists make the news for reaching the astonishing level of success that titles them as Diamond Artists.
Selling over ten million units on their new album “Life’s a Bitch” just on release day alone. They’re setting the bar extremely high for upcoming artists.
For over a decade, Life of Debauchery has proved they are in a league all their own.
Chapter 15
“Rock and roll keeps you in a constant state of juvenile delinquency.”
-Eddie Spaghett
<>Cash<>
Now: Thirty-years-old
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The blinding flash from cameras going the fuck off around us made it hard to see a foot in front of me as we made our way outta the stadium. Hauling ass to our tour bus as the rows of fans screamed our names, trying to rush the barricades. Making the security work overtime to control the herd like cattle.
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For fuck’s sake...
To this day, I still fuckin’ hated the paparazzi, the press, the tabloids, the cameras, and the bullshit that came with being famous. They could all choke on my dick and suck on my balls.
They were the bottom feeders who had absolutely no decency. I couldn’t tell ya how many times I’d broken their equipment and been sued for it. I got smart, though, and started driving around with a pellet gun. They snapped a picture, and I shot out their camera lenses.
Seemed fitting, considering they were the biggest pains in my ass.
“Oi!” Beck shouted. “I like you!” Nodding to the blonde with huge tits, wearing a white dress with no bra. The thin fabric looked more like a cotton shirt that didn’t cover shit. Which was exactly her point. The less clothes she wore, the better chance she had at deep throating one of our cocks.
Most of the time all four.
Truth was, I’d probably fucked more chicks in front of my bandmates than I had in the privacy of my bedroom. Sure, I’d fucked girls in my homes, but not nearly as many as I did on the road. The amount of pussy we’d shared in the same room, at the same time, would probably be fuckin’ disturbing to the average person in the real world.
But who the fuck wanted to live there?
To us, it was normal to have our cocks fill every fuckable hole on these sluts. In fact, most of the time, they begged for it on all fours. It was a goddamn honor for us to come in their mouths. Our seed was fuckin’ gold to these bitches. We’d be fuckin’ stupid to turn down the endless amount of pussy thrown at us daily.
The funny thing about most of these women was they were all prim and proper in their daily life. Except the moment they were around us, all their morals flew out the fuckin’ window as if they didn’t exist to begin with. All in the name of rock and roll.
They were proud to be called a groupie.
But they didn’t belong to us. We didn’t claim them. They weren’t ours.
They were owned by the music we played.
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