I saw a show at Spearmint Rhino once, guys. I was really suprised it wasn't all about a peice of chewing gum that could unwrap itself.

I think if my mates got me a stripper for my birthday, like one that comes out from a cake, I'd prefer a massive fat lass, eating her way out, all sweating and covered in crumbs, just, like, falling into a diabetic coma. And then she does a sexy, gyrating fit on the floor.

Because I went out with a stripper once, and man, she was Hella Sexy. Though she did have a massive gash. Seriously. It was like the Grand Canyon ... eight million visitors a year.

OMG I think with these last two posts the woman hate and mysoginy has just melted my brain. Promise to come up with nice jokes tomorrow.

*hates self*