My week's snippet:

I go to work, go to rehearse being barefoot and pregnant, and come home to a hot dinner waiting for me.
Fucking fantastic!


My issue:

Nothing wrong with strippers. Okay, the lack of mutual opportunity for a heterosexual lap dance, an appropriate position to actually receive one, and no parallel heterosexual experience to paying an attractive stranger to simulate sex with me, yeah, but those are just my problems.
I may be disagreed with, but I'm cool with that.
I'm sure it happens a lot.
Eh, disease ridden not really a norm for the hired disrober, meth addiction and gambling problem are more standard hazards, safer too!
As for whatever exception, I'm solid the spandex / denim communicability rate is pretty damn low.

Downtown Gordie Brown Iron Law: They're just boobs, man. And GOD BLESS 'EM!