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Tuesday, July 13, 2010

I'd Prefer a Society Where Pt.2: I'd Prefer a Society WHORE

This post is part two of a two-part series. There was also a part one.

Actually, dear reader The Vegetable Assassin was minding her own business, reading the Pt.1's post title, and I was so impressed with the greater heft and evocativeness of what she had read it as that I said, "this cries out for a Pt.2 on that basis alone!"

And so we have it. On that basis alone.

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

You know, the service you'd get from a society whore is probably not that different from the one you'd get from a bus station whore, except with the society whore she'd wear designer perfume and probably wouldn't steal your DVD player afterwards. And she'd sniff her lines off of a golden mirror instead of a dirty coffee table. Also any disease she may give you could only be cured after years of research by top, world renowned scientist doctors because it would be rare and exotic. Like Fabio.

dogimo said...

I don't care how many top world-renowned researchers and scientists you put on the case, Fabio is incurable.

Anonymous said...

Hahaha! I'd like to try and cure him. With a sledgehammer. Sorry Fabio, I am sure you are lovely but dude...go back to 1988 where you belong. That is all.

You know what I'd prefer? A Whore Society!

Or maybe not.

Mel said...

Interesting concept.

Recently after a few drinks with some girlfriends we got to talking about what women preferred. A friend said that women say they want a nice boy, but really, deep down, we want to have them spit in our mouth and call us a whore. We all nodded wisely. Seemed profound at the time.

dogimo said...

@Mel - Jeez Mel, that's kind of hot. Eww.

@ V.A. - wait, I thought he was back in 1988! Did he attempt/is he attempting/has he attempted a comeback? *runs off to check*

Anonymous said...

Only in my nightmares, man, only in my nightmares. In the most vivid one he and Michael Bolton circa 1992, gang up on me in an alley and threaten to show me their pork swords to judge who is the manliest. Now I realize there are ladies who'd ENJOY this nightmare but me? No.

Mel's half right. There's that "every girl likes a bad boy" thing but I think mainly it applies to fantasy more than reality. It's a tantalizing idea, the bad boy thing but really who needs the drama in real life? Plus nice boys give you foot rubs. The trick is to find one that's not 100% nice so he still has some devilish streak in him. But not enough to be evil.

Got it?