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Dream Girls

Hell, I almost got bogged down in a fucking Ginger versus Mary Ann thing over in Ace's comments. Perish that thought. After all, every word I write is like gold heavy-duty aluminum foil. Practically worth its weight in empty pork and bean cans. Time for a retrograde movement to my safe harbor.

Lookit: my biggest bitches with the whole Bailey was hotter than Loni/Mary Ann was hotter than Ginger paradigm is that:

1) it is presumptively juvenile/fag, and

2) every hammerhead that ever goes there thinks he's the first person to ever utter that unique! thought.

If I'm actually forced to go down that path (and this is why I go binge drinking with women instead of men, so I don't have to) I'm going with the large-breasted, fine-assed nymphomaniac, who hopefully has a substance abuse problem, and will call me Big Daddy. Or Mr. Daddy. The girl who knows her way around a cock. That would be Ginger. Or Loni.

Sorry. Time is a commodity, and I have none to spare to break in a bitch.

Besides, any true Intrepid knows my number one gal is Shirley Stoler. The Commandant.

Outlaw!