A use for Super Models
As of late I’ve been thinking of how to improve the world and make things better for my fellow man. Please see A use for the Morbidly Obese for an example of this. I don’t know why I now suddenly care after 31 years of being a complete jerkhole (yes, I came out of my mothers vaj a jerk, just ask the doctor I pee’d on).
Maybe it’s my old age, maybe I’m mellowing, I don’t know. I just care.
It’s not the super morbidly obese that has no use (until the war). No, it’s also the ultra impossibly skinny, AKA super models.
These girls starve themselves so much that at one time they may have been attractive, but come on guys. Who wants to fuck a toothpick? REAL women have hips, boobs, butts and thighs, which is a quality all of these super models lack.
As a matter of fact, super models look and are built like 12 year old boys. So who the fuck decided what was attractive in a woman, Micheal Jackson? Seriously.
So now you have a group of women who have no actual skills, are spoiled rotten with servants and bottled water and such, and have a physique that won’t allow them to pick up a Kleenex to blow their nose with. So what possible use do these women actually have?
I’ll tell you what. Weather kites.
That’s right. Instead of filling a balloon with helium and launching it into the heavens, just strap the instruments to their hollowed out stomachs and a string to the ankle, and launch them into the wind.
Because if you can train a monkey to open doors and put away the dishes, then you can train a super model to lean to the direction scientists want and relay pertinant information.
With an only semi dumb weather kite, it’ll be no time until scientists have enough information to accurately predict tornadoes and the such.
And the best part? A small bag of brown rice will feed these kites for YEARS.
Your welcome.
