Saturday, March 14, 2009

quit yer bitchin' 39

the irony involved here is simply breathtaking. i mean, every guy in the western hemisphere knows that a rump rider tattoo automatically equals one-night-stand-trash. it's fuck-me advertising, plain and simple, because no woman with any real respect for herself thinks that a guy needs anything but her to look at from this particular angle.

as tina turner once sang, 'what's love got to do with it?' absolutely nothing.

so what comes next for girls whose self-respect continues to fall faster than the dow? ass comics? led-implant nipple piercings? hell, why not invest in a little e-ink action and get a whole animated cartoon inscribed in place of your shorn pubes? because nothing else about you is interesting, and guys that aren't interested in anything else are so worthwhile.