“Always wanted to sleep with the Boss?,” the solicitation reads, functionally unspooling every last thread of Title 7. But in this case, who could argue? What enterprising American would not enjoy a congress with a pillow dedicated to Springsteen’s handsomeness and principles? Did you see that he’s apparently donning the brightest-, pinkest-ever lipstick? And is wearing necklaces made of many — what could best be described as — “stones”? And his neck is a little scratched up — it’s all a little Midnight Cowboy, but still pretty inviting. Look — lets not horse around: This is the closest any of us are to getting to an intimate night with the man in question.
