Lemondrop is reporting a story about a teenage douchebag (and I hate that term) who is so sad and sorry it almost made me cry.
I say almost because after reading the story for a second time, both people are to blame for this fuckery.
Dudes, we know breaking up is hard to do, but faking cancer of the guy nether region is maybe a step (or three) over a line that should never be crossed.
Then again Kirk McCambley and his (now former) Northern Ireland member of Parliament girlfriend, Iris Robinson, were breaking a lot of barriers.
In 2008 -- when she was 59 -- Robinson had an affair with a then-19-year-old McCambley, who convinced her to take out nearly $81,000 in loans to help him start a business. The young Lothario was also juggling a teenage girlfriend at the time.
After he was inundated with text messages, phone calls, emails and love letters from his smitten cougar, Kirk McCambley finally told her that he had testicular cancer to break it off.
At 59, women should be able to see game. Yes, a 19-year-old showing you some attention is a good ego boost, but maybe you should've gone home and flaunted it to your husband and gotten some wild sex from him. Imagine telling your husband at damned near 60, "I'm so fucking hot a 19 year old wants to steal me away from you. Make me stay."
I'm sure he would've swallowed a blue pill and worked that four hour erection until she forgot about the teeny bopper.
Now, back to the douche.
This boy knew what he was doing and bilking an old woman out of money is just wrong. Why not approach her with a business plan and make her an investor in your company. He's walking around thinking he did something, but dude, her husband is Irish and I would watch my back if I were you.
Side note: Isn't it funny that her name is actually Mrs. Robinson. (Going to watch The Graduate tonight.)