Come on Cub! Let's try looking at this from the ladies (?)point of view. Let's set the stage. The two ladies were out for a night on the town, probably after doing some charity work down at the local orphanage. They spend a few hours downing wine coolers and gossiping. Eventually, nature calls, and our girls head to the can. After all the alcohol, the flourescent lights add an air of romance to the crapper. The gleam of the trash can, the smokey air, perhaps a new can of Glade, the dripping faucet sounds like a bubbling brook. It's really romantic, and chicks dig that crap. What happened next was inevitable.
(removing toungue from cheek now.)
Ha. Funny ex.
But lets face it. There are two types of "professional" cheerleaders.
One is the good kid, keeps her nose clean, working on a Master's degree to hopefully go into broadcast journalism.
The second type is a part time cheerleader/stripper/cokehead/ho who is trolling for a SugarDaddy.
Did you ever consider a career in writing romance novels. :)
You forgot to preface your comments with "Dear Penthouse Forum"
A true "Beer Goggle" Date:
"Her skin was soft and clean shaven...her tooth glistened in the moonlight...then she opened her good eye, there was no mistaking that invitation!"
:) that whole scene makes me want to throw up.