Once upon a time there was this guy who had a friend with a bad case of the Virgin - Whore Complex.
Every night that they would go out for a drink the friend would on a tirade about how all women are "dirty".
Each and every time our ehhhm.. *cough* "brave, inceredibly masculine hero" *cough* would have to remind him to go see a doctor, to which the friend responded that the doctor had not found anything wrong with him.
The "hero" would then remind him about how he feels the need to take a shower after every bathroom brake he takes and how thinks that every scratch he gets is somehow related to some exotic disease.
The friend would say "My mother is a nurse and she says that there is nothing wrong with me", our "hero" subsequently gets an early hangover and goes home. queue ironic music.. errm wait.. this isn't a play is it?
What is the moral of the story?
Every night that they would go out for a drink the friend would on a tirade about how all women are "dirty".
Each and every time our ehhhm.. *cough* "brave, inceredibly masculine hero" *cough* would have to remind him to go see a doctor, to which the friend responded that the doctor had not found anything wrong with him.
The "hero" would then remind him about how he feels the need to take a shower after every bathroom brake he takes and how thinks that every scratch he gets is somehow related to some exotic disease.
The friend would say "My mother is a nurse and she says that there is nothing wrong with me", our "hero" subsequently gets an early hangover and goes home. queue ironic music.. errm wait.. this isn't a play is it?
What is the moral of the story?
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