When I was 19 I drove with a friend to Windsor in Canada just over the bridge from Detroit, because the drinking age was 18 over there, and they would let us into strip clubs. Sadly we couldn't afford to get into the best ones. I asked a very good looking French-Canadian stripper why she was at the cheap club, and she pointed to a tattoo on her ankle. The better clubs wouldn't take strippers with tats.
So what? I've seen about the same thing in every plot line of Netflix these days. Obligatory shoe horning of fags, lesbos, trannies and the boringly predictable DEI crap.
The Wedge is my self-defense weapon against fowl. We have a shedload of Canada Geese. 100mph+ hit to the neck takes them out decisively. I can say "I feared for my life, officer." Case closed.
#humor