Girls

The annual Sexpo circus hit town over the weekend at the Horden Pavilions. Or should I say, the health, sexuality and lifestyle show. Whatever it’s called, the exhibition is a commercial bonanza drawing huge crowds, and for those attending next year, a tip - according to one passenger the closing Sunday night session features reduced prices.

The best laugh by far came from some girls reporting on a latex face doll; a head moulded to resemble Brad Pitt, and designed for face-sitting fantasies. I kid you not.

As ridiculous as that sounds, I soon got to wondering, why Brad Pitt ? Surely patriotic Aussies girls would prefer, say, a horny Warnie face doll. Every girls dream, no ? Or a Peter Garrett model, with bonus chrome-dome ? Ahh, you've gotta laugh.

Speaking of the fairer sex, I had reason this morning to recall a recent passenger with a particular skill, seemingly innate in most females. No matter how drunk and legless a girl is, they can somehow walk in high heels. How can this be possible when the law of physics says otherwise ? Though it's no good asking stiletto devotee, Steph, who openly admits, 'I swear, I fart, I fall down a lot. To my mothers dismay, A lady I'm Not!'

Comments

[Dataceptionist]

Its a skill honed in ones younger years, starting with walking in Mum's shoes, and progressing to those horrid clacking plastic things with shiny diamentes. I remember practising walking along our floorboards..."one foot in front of the other"...which is a handy mantra when you're sloshed and walking through the city

[steve at the pub]

No such sights of high-heeled inebriated dignity here.

Once they are sloshed they walk barefoot, shoes in one hand, nasally screeching obsceneties at each other, their boyfriend, passing taxis, etc etc.