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You know what? I don’t know any gay guys named Bob. In fact, I don’t think there are any gay guys named Bob. What’s up with that?
- Have you ever noticed..
Lately, I’ve seen quite a few women who I’m pretty sure were supposed to be pretty. I mean, when they were set for creation, they were stamped “hot girl.” So they’re on some conveyor belt being put together somewhere; first, they get the great legs - long, slender, toned; then they get a great caboose - nice curve, some but not too much; and finally, they are endowed with a great chest. And then they get to the end of the conveyor belt, and inexplicably some one fubars the head. It’s a hot girl from the neck down, and then, well, it’s just fugly. What’s up with that?
Just something to think about.






