alternate title: Forget the Swine Flu

This is so gross. I may be spreading rumors, perhaps an urban legend, but I don’t care. I heard a story yesterday about some poor dancer who got gonorrhea on her FACE. Apparently she didn’t wash her hands before wiping her sweaty forehead after a long night of romancing the pole.

I have never been to a titty bar or strip club of any kind, unless you count Coyote Ugly. This story may keep me from ever going.

Did I mention this was the same day someone purchased a pole kit…

…in singles.

Yeah. You know where those have been.

We are all doomed.