Jack White's Tight Pants. Posted 5 years ago. Tagged: jack whites cocksnakejack whiterolling stonejack whites penispeniscock .
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Like, yeah, we all know the basic appeal of sleeping with a rockstar— whether it be the music itself or just the status these guys have, but, like, what if you were actually face-to-face with the rockstar of your choice from any era? How actually bone-able were these guys, anyway? I report, you decide.
After months of alleged harassment and threats, Karen Elson has filed a restraining order against her husband, a ghost named Jack White, and claimed that he is unfit to be a parent. The two split on supposedly amicable terms two years ago, even throwing a "breakup party" to prove it was all good in the hood. In another incident, White berated Elson when she attended the wedding of a rival musician. The musician was unnamed in the court filing.
The package, the parcel, the meat house, the fruit basket, the lunchbox, or just plain old junk - call it what you will but the bulging male crotch has a long and noble history in popular music. Generations of hormonal girls and even some boys have long stared at glossy posters hanging above moistened teenage bedsheets, and sighed longingly at the thought of what mysterious pleasures lay behind the zippered fly. Before the internet, before the iPhone, before sex tapes and the widespread consumption of free pornography, a well defined package visible only through a thin layer of pant material could be the making or breaking of a wannabe pop Adonis.
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Jack White sits in his suite at the Dorchester with a glass of Diet Coke close at hand. In a black T-shirt and black jeans, he is dressed down, both by rock star standards and by Jack White standards: this is, after all, a man whose various stage get-ups have ranged from the charity shop red slacks and white T-shirts of the White Stripes ' early days to a weird combination of white make-up, red-ringed eyes and dyed black hair that gave him something of the air of the Child Catcher from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang, to the Mexican charro suit and pencil moustache that, Noel Gallagher cruelly remarked, left the stocky singer looking like "Zorro on doughnuts ". I confess I'm disappointed by this. But there's no sign of his latest look — a powder-blue safari suit, like something a musician might have worn for an appearance on a chat show in — and the only hint of rock star affectation are the large sunglasses he keeps clamped to his face.
In the last couple of years White has made a real ass out of himself over The Black Keys. Sure he went on to post an apology to The Keys and other artists on his website but come on, he said some pretty shitty stuff about a band that shares much of the same audience as his own, with nothing to provoke him other than his ego. So when I was given the opportunity to see Jack White play at Bridgestone Arena on Wednesday, I had a couple of thoughts racing through my brain.