The New York Daily News brings us a story today of a 22 year old college student named Natalie Dylan who's auctioning her virginity to the highest bidder. She's had 10,000 offers thus far, topping out at $3.7 million. What do the boys think?
Richard: "Sure, I'm as disturbed by the moral and ethical implications of this as the next socially conscious citizen but, my God, have you seen this girl? If I had the cash, I'd totally go 3.8 mil."
Chip: "During the 'Dr. C. years' at Quinton's, we quite often discussed the primitive, primal male need to deflower women before they have been corrupted by other male 'predators,' but personally I've always sided with Costanza from Seinfeld in that girls always remember their first, and I'd rather be forgotten than remembered. In the article, Natalie says, "I think me and the person I do it with will both profit greatly from the deal," but aside from bragging rights and a brief period of internet notoriety, I'm not sure how the winning male will exactly 'profit.' I'm fairly certain I could pay an equally hot (albeit non-virginal) Quinton's waitress to at least blow me in the parking lot for 200 bucks or so."
The article reports that "Dylan wants to auction off her virginity to pay for her master's degree in Family and Marriage Therapy."
The LC wishes her the best and hopes some of the money can be set aside for her own future therapy bills.
(A warning to our vegetarian readers: this story contains graphic bacon-related description and imagery).
Like all real men, the boys love pork ("And porking women!"--Chip), and they are very excited about a new recipe called "Bacon Explosion" that has recently swept across the internet (the NYTimes reports that "well over 16,000 sites have linked to the recipe" since it appeared on the web site of a KC barbecue team).
The dish is described as a "massive torpedo-shaped amalgation of two pounds of bacon woven through and around two pounds of sausage and slathered in barbecue sauce" (NYTimes).
Chip: "The only way this could possibly get better is if the whole thing were then chicken-fried and bathed in thick, delicious cream gravy. The picture alone gets me nearly as excited as the one above of Natalie Dylan."
Chip has long maintained that it's getting harder and harder to distinguish the downtown homeless population from the hippies and hipsters who haunt the streets. An article in today's LJ-World about the recent 'homeless count' confirms this belief:
"Steimle did his best to look for people with an unkempt appearance — what he thought were characteristics of the homeless. He introduced himself to several people he thought were homeless and, after explaining what he was doing, was met with some uncomfortable smiles from people who explained they were not, in fact, homeless.
“You can’t tell a homeless person by looking at them,” said Steimle."
Chip: "Finally, Larryville is taking action. Counting the homeless is a first step to rounding them up and shipping them elsewhere."