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It was like...like looking at a train wreck

motorhead

Fat, drunk and stupid is no way to go through life

She was so ugly, yet I couldn't look away. It was like looking at a wreck. She did her two song set on stage and I watched her.

She was a painfully thin AA dancer with nearly flat breasts, well-defined arms, and a rock hard stomach. He hair was cut in a short, high-top fade, like an 80's rapper.

As I looked at her, from the waist up, I was looking at a man. God, I want a refund on my cover charge.