On saturday night, my night out drinking at Old Shillellagh’s that culminated at Bouzouki’s titty-bar at 3am, we were driving home, on 6 mile and Woodward, whence we passed by a gaggle of hookers on the corner. Well, we were stopped at a red light. So of course, I looked cautiously out the window, lest I draw any unwanted attention.

And this next part is, true. The one hooker in the middle just lifted up her shirt and showed me her big gross boobs.

Maybe I’ll write something about the economics of “hooking”, as Detroit, host to Superbowl XL is going to experience an influx of the world’s oldest practitioners from as far away as LA and Vegas.

But coming soon— a serious piece about the second amendment. I just had to lighten it up for a minute.