We, are a great nation of panic. No one can freak out like Americans. We're fantastic at crying over spilled milk. We dominate the blame game and give new meaning to hypocrisy.
I watched that film about the first girl to perform a gangbang in the porn industry, and listened to her (supposed) peers at some convention criticize her, saying it brought down the integrity of porn. How ridiculous. If a female actor has sex with 20 or 200 men in three months, does it matter if she does it in 90 days, or 1?
And
Why?
Why?!
Why is it so difficult for Americans to talk about sex with an ounce of thought and reason? One person asked a question, "Why?" but rather than answering the question with any insight or basic intellect, they instead praise and validate themselves by commenting how great they are.
Fantastic.
Thanks for publicly observing that you are (utterly and completely) boring.
Boring, is slightly better than jealousy and rape.
Those of us who stay off the beaten weathered path, find real people.
Then your only conundrum are things like,
HE lives by the ocean
HE lives downtown
SHE lives in the valley
How can I "Frankenstein" HER with one of the HIMs into my dream couple?
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