This pole is hardly scientific. It ranks right up there with this one:
Do you still beat your wife? Yes? No?
Since I don't beat my wife how do I answer?
It is Saturday morning and I am sober as a judge drinking my first cup of Joe. French Vanilla. I tend to like fru fru coffee on the weekends. I am contemplating the conversation I had this week with a well known to most of us, in the Biblical sense, well reviewed SP. The subject of Savanna, my beloved but seemingly wayward daughter, came up and she went ballistic. She had some sort of altercation with her and, seemingly, a member of her posse. I couldn't make sense of it. No, I got the story, it just didn't make sense, at all. It didn't make sense because I have no idea why one SP would attack another, and, it seems, Savanna you have now gone of the offensive with quite a few of our wonderful ladies. And it really makes no sense to me why a few of you guys are in the middle of it.
Isn't there enough business to go around? Don't you guys have a real life? Hey, I get it. It is the quiet season. Business may be a bit slow. Yes, there are all kinds of otherwise pricy good looking hammers out there doing the deed for peanuts, but it will soon be heavy tourist season and we will all be on here bitching and moaning that we can't get an appointment or that the SW's are asking too much. This is a total supply and demand cash business.
Seriously, now, please, someone help me understand this. Savanna, help me understand why you are being so nasty. Those of you on her posse, what do you hope to gain by this? I really do want to understand it. I am not asking you people to stop, I don't have a dog in that fight, nor am I out to get any of you banned, I don't care, just explain it to me so I get it.
Rodney King was a fucking genius when he said, Can't we all just get along?
C3.
P.S., Bryant McGill in The Voice of Reason states, Within you, you will find everything you need to be complete.
PSS, No, I don't still beat my wife. At least, not the #2 or #3. #1 is a different story and my best friend she ran off with. Damn, I miss him. Wives are easy to come by but best friends are another story.
