What’s that you say…? Who’s Brittany Palmer?
I knew you’d say that, so I headed on over to her Wikipedia page. At least, I tried to -but that’s when I found out she doesn’t have a Wikipedia page.
So I learned two things today:
1. Brittany Palmer is some hot chick with decent cans.
2. Apparently, being a hot chick with decent cans is not enough to merit your own Wikipedia page.
Anyway, that’s roughly 70 words, so I guess I better throw one of these in here before you lose interest and get distracted by a YouTube video of someone’s cat playing the piano or something.
Focus, people!
It turns out, Brittany Palmer is a “ring girl” for The UFC.
What’s The UFC -you ask?
Well, this is something I know about because I have seen it on TV. In The UFC, two guys strip down to as little clothing as possible, have another man lube them up with some Vasoline and then they roll around on the floor while everyone watches as they come as close as possible to having angry gay sex without any actual sword fighting… if you know what I mean. After five minutes or so of this -apparently the repressed homosexual men who are watching this get bored, so they send out a half naked woman to confuse and befuddle the testosterone crazed mouth breathers before they start the whole pretend angry gay sex thing over again.
Brittany Palmer is that half naked woman.
Which… now that I think about it… is kind of like what I do on this blog.
For example:
… and now, while I have your attention -I type some words… which isn’t really why you are here, but now that you are -you might as well read the words. But unfortunately, this only serves to confuse and befuddle you…
“Why are there so many words? Who can talk at a time like this? I must see this semi-famous person’s boobies and this guy just won’t shut up! I think I… I think…”
See? Like magic, your glutes unclench and you are no longer angry at my words.
So thank you, Brittany Palmer. It truly is the Lord’s work you are doing with that fine ass of yours.