It's back to preening for fleas & eating crap for Darwin's monkey men, as their preachments are negated by mathematical reality. ~ Shut up or I'll **** Curt! But you are Curt! Who are you then? Curt! This is the fourteenth convention of men named Curt. That's weird. How long have I been here Curt? Six hours, Curt. At the convention of men named Curt, the greeting of the hour was the curtsy & attendees were encouraged to be curt (rude) & their ** biotches had to “put out” when ordered by Curt (any Curt). Curt grabbed a ** biotch by the hair and flung her into his room. She was Curt's woman and Curt was going to have her way with him.
   “Put up or shut out!” Curt ordered. The ** biotch laughed. “It's 'put up or shut up' Curt!”; “Well whatever!” Curt responded. Curt began to remove her clothes. Oddly, she didn't object. By the time she was naked, Curt realized that “she” was really just Bruce Jenner in a woman's dress.
   “I saw you on T.V., Bruce,” Curt said. “Do you still eat Wheaties?” Curt asked. ~ “Sometimes,” naked Bruce Jenner answered. ~ “How come you wear women's underwear?” Curt asked. ~ Bruce Jenner thought for a moment. “I don't know,” he said. “Where's the toilet?”  Bruce Jenner asked. “I have to bleed my lizard.” ~ “It's in the bathroom, Mr. Jenner,” Curt said.