T -1 day post

PIC <PIC@bloodyidiots.com>

After reading the first two submissions for the annual AFTSD, I quickly realized there was no way in hell I could write anything of that nature that could compare.   I've never submitted anything for AFTSD in the past, but had decided I would like to try this year.  Hmmm… what to do…. Well, the old saying to write what you know.  What do I know?  I know how to be a cynical, sarcastic bastard, so that could be a good starting point.
At some point, little more than three years ago, I had played with the idea of creating an ASS-C Purity Test.  I worked up about 40 or so questions, but lost interest and never completed it.  I've decided to revive the project.
 
    ASS-C PURITY TEST
 
Give yourself 1 point for each question that you answer with a yes.  All technicalities count.
 
 
1) Have you ever entered a strip club?
 
 
Scoring:
 
0 - 100% purity.  You're the kind of person who thinks ATF is a government agency, an ATM is a machine and mileage is what you put on your car.  You walk past piano stores without the slightest urge to go inside, unless you happen to know how to play a piano.   The concept of paying a woman money to remove her clothes is as foreign to you as are snowshoes to a native of Miami.  You  view strip clubs and the adult entertainment industry as a whole as sinful, dirty, corrupting and just plain bad.   You avert your eyes when walking past a newsstand rack with Playboy and Penthouse on it.  You only think chaste thoughts, read the Bible every night before going to sleep, never cheat on your taxes, wife or even at solitaire.  When viewed at the correct angle, a faint halo can be seen over your head.
 
1 - 0% purity.  For you, an ATM pays his ATF for mileage.  Or rather, you pay your ATF for the pleasure of her attention.  You've got a second mortgage on the house to pay the loans to the piano salesman, who knows you by name.  The strip clubs you go to don't bother to collect a cover charge from you anymore - they know they'll make their money from you at the bar.  Dancers know your name, birthdate, kids' names and the name of your dog.  And you know the same of them.  When you hear a song on the radio, it brings to mind the dancer that typically dances to that song.  You believe that the label 'pathetic loser' is a badge of honor.  When you see an attractive woman on the street, you try to figure where she dances.  Strip clubs are your life - you think about them daily, incessantly.  You firmly believe that if you give enough money to any woman, she would take her clothes off for you.  For you, the world exists solely to titillate you and serve your basest needs.
 
PIC
Strip Mining:  Going to several strip clubs in one night to find a dancer that'll give you the mileage you want.