As a fashion model Kathy was the highest paid chick in Europe and Dirk knew it. He had followed her as a **** gay male ******* undercover agent for France's shadow government for years and years. One day, as Kathy was washing her ***** because she was a man, Dirk burst in. "Oh my Lord! Kathy you're a man!" Dirk expectorated. "Yes, Dirk, I am," Kathy, whose real name was Malcolm Kennedy Eisenhower, said defiantly. "But how?!" Dirk asked in total shock. Later it was revealed through secret gynecological records that Kathy wasn't a man really and that the ***** that Dirk saw was fake. 2 years after that an earthquake hit France hard and Kathy's fake ***** was destroyed by hot lava that burned it quicker than a Camel cigarette burns down a mansion made of Lowe's lumber.

YOU DANCED ON THE BEACH WITH NO CLOTHES ON while dozens of people with no clothes on didn't pay attention to you. You were wild yet disciplined as your floppy appendages smacked you on the chin. I thought that it was a good interpretive dance and that your doctorate in **** dancing was evident, but no one watched. I was so disgusted by the inattention that I vomited a lot, hitting 3 nudists, 1 of whom took a chunk of cottage cheese puke in the eye. This was a night that I'll not soon unremember.