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Dirtying Up

Hey everyone, Jeff here. Just wanted to post something about American Idol. I know this might seem a little late, but it's been on my mind for awhile and I thought it was time to get it off of my chest. For those of you who enjoy the show, American Idol can bring it all. Entertainment, drama, intrigue, and recently, depression. There is a contestant on the show named Alexis Grace. Not sure if you remember her, but she's the blond from the first group of the final 36. After she sang her song, the judges made some interesting comments that somewhat disturbed me. They reminded her that at her first appearance on the show, they told her she needed to "dirty up." And then proceeded to congratulate her for doing so. Now, I'm going to post a before and after photo, and let you be the judge of what the phrase "dirty up" means.
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Now, to me that looks like the phrase "dirty up" means to dress yourself like a lady of the night. I pray that they would never ask me to "dirty up." But I thought, what would I look like if I did decide to "dirty up." Here is what I guess I would look like before and after the "dirtying up" process.
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Javelinas have long since been a passion of mine. I guess this stems from my childhood where for a short stint I actually lived with a pack of wild Javelinas in the southern part of Arizona. For a while it was quite enjoyable foraging for food whether it be at the city dump or tearing through some poor suckers garbage on collection day. The longer I was with the Javelinas, I climbed the ranks and soon became Lord of the Javelinas. With this great honor also came many benefits. I had first option when it came what strip club the Javelinas would go to. Turbulence was always first on my list simply because we found that the airport dumpsters were near and the shuttle bus stopped every half hour to take us back to our den. unfortunately the Javelinas grew a thirst that could not be quenched for the women of turbulence and soon there after got kicked out for illegal use of the snout and hoofs. By this time I had grown weary of the hideous beasts and decided to return to my original home in Utah. To this day I enjoy the memories I have of the Javelina. God bless the Javelina.