Yesterday I was having my Sunday afternoon beer, sitting next to some reasonably attractive 40-year-old men, one clean-cut, the other like a teddy bear. Clean-cut was looking at the paper, which had a picture of flabby-tummy, bald Britney.
Me: I like Britney now.
Teddy Bear: Crazy Britney?
Me: I guess. She has more character now.
Clean-cut: Yeah, I wanna fuck her now.
Teddy Bear: Me too. She was just a cliche before. Now I want to bang her in a cheap motel room with a bottle of Wild Turkey.
Clean-cut: No, with Rum and Peptol.
Now, you see, ladies. You don't need a huge head of hair and a flat tummy to be a hottie. You don't even need to seem sane. So just let it all hang out.
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