"Maybe I can play a hooker!"
So I'm perusing maximonline.com the other day, and I see there Girlfriend of the Day. It's some college chick with huge boobies, and apparently, a decent-sized IQ. I dunno, I was concussed by the sight of such wonderful mammaries. Anyways, my questions is this: what fucking parent would be happy, or proud, that their child, the fruit of their loins, is the masturbation fantasy of a million men? Most of whom, are, undeniably, the basement-dwelling kind. The kind that get turned on when you punch them in the face.
I mean, I can kinda see being happy that they're happy, but come on. Who the fuck are you kidding?! Your daughter is, essentially, a hooker. I may not give her money, but she is the jizz receptacle for a million other guys just like me.
But sex sells. I guess. I always thought it was the sophomoric humor and liberal use of the word "fuck" but then again, what the hell do I know? I once wrote a post using the word shitty about a thousand fuckin' times to describe John Tucker Must Die.
I mean, I can kinda see being happy that they're happy, but come on. Who the fuck are you kidding?! Your daughter is, essentially, a hooker. I may not give her money, but she is the jizz receptacle for a million other guys just like me.
But sex sells. I guess. I always thought it was the sophomoric humor and liberal use of the word "fuck" but then again, what the hell do I know? I once wrote a post using the word shitty about a thousand fuckin' times to describe John Tucker Must Die.
posted by Adam at
11:08 PM
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