Watching this troglodyte in action is like watching a fat stripper. She may have all the same juicy bits, and she may know more moves than the girl who went first, but that doesn't change the fact that she's a freak, and you can't not watch her because she's right there in front of you.
The sad part is the sycophants who keep on stuffing dollar bills in her g-string, guaranteeing she'll be back again tomorrow night.
Can't decide which is worse; the ones that stand in front of the monkey cage trying to persuade him not to fling his poo, or the ones that stand there flinging their own. Both are wasted effort.
