Look at the anger, isn't it sexy?
Ok anyway. Like all professional sports teams, this one comes complete with a "dance team". I use the words dance and team loosely. At one point these women went to various balconies throughout the upperdeck of the stadium and proceeded to do a little dance, make a little love and because of the railings that enclosed the balconies, they looked suspiciously like barely clothed cage dancers. At this point, I began to feel sorry for them. After my sister and I realized the two middle aged gentlemen in front of us were indeed paying much more attention to these ladies then they were to the game they just paid $300 a piece to sit at, we began responding to their lecherous, inappropriate, and disgusting commentary. Things like "I hope you brought extra viagra", "isn't that blonde one your daughter", and "the only action you will be getting will cost you" were used frequently in response to their grunts and moans.
I have no problem with men staring, drooling, or saying things like "look at that hottie" because for heavens sakes, these women do not bounce around in halter tops, tiny shorts, and pattened leather boots for the respect. But when the comments being made are sexually explicit, clearly audible, and made in the company of small children and business men I have little tolerance. I hope that their wives made them sleep outside because they were so obnoxiously drunk.
My mom and I decided that these women should quit their jobs and become strippers because they would earn more money and probably be treated better. Okay, enough of my moral tirade.
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What is your first language?
Sign language?
Spanish?
*(Hola.)*
I kid, I kid.
I am just stupid but I do have some actual excuses for that. From grades K-4, I attended a "progressive" school where they did not believe in teaching things like phonics, grammar, or spelling (or even multiplacation tables).
Then the family moved and they put me straight into "honors courses" where we never ever ever did a grammar lesson.
How did I learn how to read? I have no idea but I remember a lot of teacher reading, student following along, which would explain a lot about how my writing style and structure change depending on what I have been reading.
An implicit knowledge of grammar is one thing. But it's like playing an instrument by ear. Sure, you can do it well. But, boy, are things different when you know the right way to do things. It puts all of the 'creative' deviations we make into the context of some grander thing.
I don't know what I'm talking about it.
But you sound so good.
Ah, Wally went to Miami, he used to come up to my college and play all the time. I've been close enough to sniff him. He's a good-looking asshole indeed. But he is all yours. I'll step away.
I feel bad about what you said about those gyrating women. My little 20-year old cousin is one of those. She's a junior in college (and she does well, don't worry, she's no dud), but she really just wants to be famous. And get noticed. I guess that's the best she can do without taking off her clothes.
Holy hell Lunch, why don't I ever run into Wally at Target? Soooo not fair. He is married and has babies but I would tell him if that whole situation doesn't work out for him I might just be available.
Saucy, I am jealous. I would very much like to breath on Wally. As for your cousin, I feel for her. I myself ran around in little outfits for about seven years. I have many many friends who also perform for various pro teams. It is just a sad situation. Fame motivates people to do some unhealthy things.
Thanks for delurking!
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