A piece of meat is a piece of meat. An object, juicy and succulent. Aren't these compliments? What happened to the days when people were less obvious when they checked out the merchandise? Now everyone is all hands on.



I use to walk down the street in peace. Now I have to put up with girls ahead of me taking turns to look at me. There is a time and place for the leer but is the street it? Shouldn't it be saved for the confines of the bars?



Times are changing and the tables have turned. Guys have become the prey and women hunters. Especially drunk women. I can distinctly recall several times where a tribe of women on the dance floor move in for the kill. Next thing I know my ass has been "researched" for some intelligence mission.



The question is what do we do to combat this turn of events. The options are slim and risky, men after all need some of this attention. We need to nip the problem in the bud. That's right, the 12 year girls must be stopped. Their cheers and giggles are killing us.