In order to get some real perspective on that collection I looked up Entertainment Weekly's Greatest Hits from 1992.

Since I wasn't that much of a music rebel at the time, it seems pretty accurate to me...

Why is it that the cute girl in the halter who has been laying out outfits on her bed for hours never gets naked, while the less attractive woman in the oversized tee in the floor above has been rubbing her crotch for just as long. Why am I wondering what the person in the floor above mine is doing right now.

Perhaps we would be better able to comment on this important situation if you were to setup a webcam. ;)

Please don't get arrensted, Mr. Perv.

He's not perverted, just €uropean.

If he's that €uropean, I should be able to have a man on the side. ;)

Not so deep thought: America is a prude country that just needs to get laid

Ain't that the truth. :snap:

This has come up recently. Is it odd that I am only interested in going to strip clubs when in the company of someone I hope to have sex with? I don't understand going to such places alone or in the company of platonic friends. This confuses (some of) my platonic friends.

Well, I have yet to go to a strip club with someone I hope to have sex with, but the one time I went with someone not in that category...eh. Seemed pretty lame to me.