I was sitting with Gingerbread last night watching the stage show. There were two girls on the main stage. For several rotations of dancers, there was not a single girl that I'd tip even a dollar. It was a very very sad looking string of strippers. They had it all -- fat, lazy, unattractive, old and used up, bodies covered in tats, even one who for some idiotic reason died her hair bright blue. So I told Gingerbread that she was by far the hottest woman working, and commented on how unattractive most the other dancers were.
I liked her response and wrote it in my high journal. She said it looked like a truck stop beauty pageant.
