Eddie Murphy captures the frustration of most men. While our best girl is “out romancing”, we're stuck at home. (And by "home" I mean the car we're driving around town looking for tranny hookers in need of a ride) It is so damn frustrating when our girl is out clubbing, giving her number to every man she sees. Why can't she be faithful, like us? We just wish she would bring some of that love home. (And by "home" I now mean the place where we used to live with our wife until she found out about our tranny hooker charity work.) Eddie gets men. And he gets how to be a pop star…it takes rhythm (watch him clap)…it takes body movement (shake that ass, Eddie)…it takes wardrobe (shirt borrowed from Heathcliff Huxtable’s closet?) and it takes Rick James, bitch!
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