Stare Much?

So I'm out last night on the coldest goddam night of the year in Boston, watching the Patriots game at my local pub. A coupla tables over, about six intoxicated females begin amusing themselves by fellating their beer bottles. I'm not going to say it was a distraction, but as I sit here some hours later and type this, I can't recall the final score of the game. Or if they even played. Or if the bartender ever turned on the TV. But I could sketch you every last goddamn freckle on the face of the impossibly cute redhead who got a Corona bottle so far down her throat I almost wanted to call the Ringling Brothers folks right there on the spot and scream, "Look, fuck your tigers and your clowns and your prancing men in tights and get this girl a gig!"

To whoever you were, I salute you. Again.

Also, for your reading pleasure, the latest Question of the Week has been posted, wherein Ariel gets all hot and bothered over the jealous boyfriend thing.