In Honor of Some Dude I Met at The Shamrock

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Persian Princesses. And the like. What're you gonna do? My bar friend says: the tradeoff for the ridiculously high (read: IRS meets Jim Brewer) maintenence women is their sex-slave mentality.

This is a good thing.

Still: doesn't a woman's looks have something to do with her -- what's it called -- personality?

And so the great debate rages on.

Now, I grant you, the only thing I know about Persia (Siam) is the following inane Disney stanza:

We are Siamese if you please /
We are Siamese if you don't please /
We are former residents of Siam /
There are no finer cats than I am.

Also, there was this fascinating documentary on early American Siamese twins (who were actually Chinese or, you know... something) who made a fortune as freaks, married two women, and bought a big house. You can imagine the hijinks that ensued when one of the brothers, frustrated with his lack of privacy and the limited medical technology of the early 20th century, took to drink...

(A happy ending, by hari kari standards: the brother eventually died; the other soon followed suit, days later, basically dying of loneliness. An autopsy revealed that an operation to separate the two would have been pretty simple - but without X-Rays or other inventions, they'd never known.)

Suffice to say, I've taken a pass on the Persians, but am more than willing to say "to each his own" and "daaaaamn, you see dat ass?"

MR

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