A MarketPlace of Ideas

Alot of poor American ( meaning from the USA ) don’t even know it but the have been cheated.  On empiric evidence gleaned from my trips to Brazil our women are just not up to snuff.  The dimensions of the problem are 2 fold. Firstly our women have no hips.  On top of that they have these overly large fat girl boobs.  Brazilian girls have a shape to their breasts instead of having some fatty blobs pasted on their chest.  Secondly in percentage there are just hardly any attractive women in the USA.  This situation leads to a dating market value far out of kilt.  This results in even the fat chicks having nasty unfriendly closed attitudes.  Not so in Brazil.

Here is exhibit 1 in this discussion. These are the two women who ripped off the winning lottery ticket in San Antonio.  Once glance at these photos and a obvious lesson in life jumps right out at you.  That lesson is that you can have a winning lottery ticket and still be a L-O-S-E-R. 

Whitney Flukes and Jessica Syme: A Sight for Sore Eyes.

The funny thing is you don’t even see any women in Brazil that look like this. These two are just plain UG in such a plain unspectactular way. 

You see in Brazil even the average girls are what is considered attractive in the USA.  You never see the great big blobs of flesh we have here except in the rarest of instance. When you do you have to feel for them.  They are rare beast in a nation of beauties. 

I’ve always been curious.  Curious to the point of putting off everything in my life to feed my insatiable curiosity.

I was on the way to a friends house when I saw a guy riding a chopper like bicycle. I turned about and went back to get a look at this guys creation.  It was chopper-fied “Hardly-Davidson”.  The guy had tattos all over, his face included.  It was Skitch of theladyluck.net tattoo parlor.   He let me get in my looky lou’s.  It was powered by a pocket bike motor.  

Later as I was driving home I thought for a bit about getting a tattoo.  Its not something I would waste my time on because I’m such a thoroughly internal person it just would not provide me the entertainment that it does the common jamoke.  Nonetheless the fact I’ve put off having any children, marriage any sort of real commitment in my life because of my curiosity made me realize that there’s a tattoo on the back of my head in the shape of an upside down question mark.  No laser will ever remove its effect on me.  I used to think it was a good thing. Now I’m not so sure. Tattoos are only a choice up until the time you have one.