Originally Posted by RedShoe

I'm saying. You've had the craziest pussy known to man, so why on earth would you want to go to the tamest place in LA, to look at completely manufactured girls that wouldn't say hi to you if you weren't there?

It's like an extreme base jumper going to Disnelyand for the rides.
It's like a mercenary buying a can of mace.
It's like a homeless guy going to a car dealership.
It's like a pedophile visiting an old folks home.