Geez, here I was innocently sitting at my computer with a permanent hard-on waiting to hit the Vegas strip clubs in January, and now you girls with your heart-wrenching Annie "Hard Knock Life" routine have killed off even the mildest titilation at the thought of being ensconced for a few fleeting, care-free, hours in stripper tits.

I am now seriously considering investing my c-notes in a time-share rather than sticking them in some mercenary wayward girl's g-string.

Wait a minute ...

I am hard again.

Please carry on.