What can I say?

So I couldn't decide if I should post this or not, it is a bit vulgar, but hey, it's fun, good writing. I guess I should also say that this was inspired by a true conversation, although the names have been changed to protect the innocent and any relation to persons living or dead is purely coincidental.

Joe: Man, can you imagine being a vanity plastic surgeon? Wow. It absolutely goes against everything I believe in about America and consumerism and frivolous fucking spending.

Craig: I believe in big breasts.

Joe: Well, yeah, there’s that, but not much else.

Craig: But people have to make a living somehow, I mean, they will find someone to do it. My issue is that I don’t know how you could possibly make beautiful women more beautiful by enhancing or flattening or whatever and then never see the benefits. Cuz when they leave you, the last you see of your painstaking time spent creating artificial attraction swaggers her ass out of the door with a bunch of bandages on.

Joe: And plus…

Craig: I know! It’s the fact that you would marry a girl—and obviously do some work on her—and then you would just think about forceps and stitches and number 3 silicone in reinforced bags when you looked at her.

Joe: I’m pretty sure I could get over it.

Craig: Well, yeah, but it would be tough.