Miss America and a Reason to Hate Vegans

Sing it, Ghost of Bert Parks...

"HERE SHE IS, MISS AMERICA, HERE SHE IS, YOUR IDEAL..."

Back in the 20th Century there were beauty contests that promoted beauty...and romance...and a fantasy of love and ideals.

The Internet was not creating havoc, and people didn't whine about "fat shaming," and you couldn't see some ugly smelly fat-ass selling her underwear.

Darwin was dead wrong.

Darwin would be glad he's dead.

Maybe some sociologist gets a kick out of this: "We have become an insular society, with people losing the ability to communicate with each other. Thus, people pay for sex, or even pay just to smell the questionable exudate on the crotch of undergarments. Society, consequently, condones paying for what should be free, while insisting that what should be paid for be given away free."

Meanwhile, does Vegan Vaginal odor smell different from ordinary vaginal odor? Would you spend money to find out?

The pomposity of the Vegan reaches a new low with THIS idiotic ad.

Jesus Fuckin' Christ, some bitch in TACOMA, figures somebody would be extra-interested in smelling her underwear because she has TATTOOS, PIERCINGS, is allegedly a Scandanavian redhead, AND...is VEGAN?

This is assuming that the post is in any way real. Mostly if it's a woman (and not some guy with a can of clam juice), she's ugly and doesn't even have a nice body. She substitutes a photo she downloaded, and some fool is sniffing his way into dreamgirl delerium.

Woo hoo. This is somebody's fantasy come true: "Right, I've always wanted to smell the underwear of a redhead. Someone who is Scandanavian. One that looks nice. And no vaginal shrubbery! Shaved! Tattoos and piercings! And most of all.........A VEGAN!

"Gosh, maybe if I buy enough of her smelly panties, she'll let me phone her. Maybe after that, I'll take a bus to a train to a plane to a train to a bus and visit her in Tacoma, and pay her more money so I can take her out to a Vegan restaurant! I'm sure she's a KNOCKOUT and a real redhead from Scandanavia. For more money she'll let me see her tattoos. For more money,her piercings. And...oof, my bank account's empty now. I guess I'll try and hitch a ride back to South Mosquito Bite, Arkansas..."