February 5th, 2008
The U.S. Census Bureau says the median duration
of first marriages that end in divorce is 7.9 years.
The seven year itch.
Does it happen with men who love men?
Seriously.
And don't tell me you subscribe to
that whole gay years thing.
That's a myth.
When a man loves
a man...
So, as it turns out, the manager of that
Abercrombie & Fitch in Virginia Beach
You know the one.
She [or he]
Hell...
I'm not sure which.
But, whatever...
That manager won't be facing a year of trying really hard
not to drop the soap in some prison shower.
'Cause, the deputy city attorney is
dropping the charges.
Says he, and
I quote...
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So Abercrombie and Fitch, part of their marketing plans is
to get as close to the line as they can get and then make it a
judgment call for the officer on the street. I think that's
what's happened here.
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He said that.
Really.
Like I said, y'all...
You can't make this shit up.
Today is Mardi Gras
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Costumes.
Fun.
Good times.
Beads.
It's a regular -
Comment dit-on?
Bacchanal.
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And for those of you who'll feel compelled to go off and try to earn some
free plastic beads tonight let me repeat a few simple rules -
- Trim your pubes. You should be doing this anyway,
but if you're not do it now, Nair, wax, or whatever.
I don't recommend shaving, but some people like it. - Someone is bound to ask to see your ass. So, yeah,
wax your crack. As a general rule, a hairless ass rakes in
more beads than a hairy one.
[Um, please, don't email me about how hirsute asses are
hotter asses, K.]
I don't make the Mardi Gras rules.
I just play by them. - Don't wear underwear. That
should be self-explanatory. - If the dress code where you're planning on going allows it,
wear warm-up pants or loose khaki shorts.
They make it easier to display the goods. If you must wear jeans,
wear an ultra-low rise pair - the fewer buttons the better. - Party hard.
Bacchanal tonight.
Mass tomorrow.
See you there.
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Oh, and before
I forget...
What're you giving
up for Lent?