Rubber-clad Reg hack seeks playmates

FoTW Regular readers may remember that late last week it emerged that a woman in Utah tattooed her face with the logo of the online-casino-that-shall-remain-nameless.

The inimitable Lester Haines covered the story, and in it expressed a measure of disbelief at the things people will do for money. Particularly for the rather paltry sum of $15,000, which is what the casino stumped up, and even that was five grand more than she was after.

Anyway. One of our less attentive readers understood this to be a criticism of basic market forces, and in his haste to write in and insult our staff, mistook Lester for a writer of the female persuasion. We think. It is possible that the reader in question was merely writing under the influence of hallucinogenic drugs, so we will have to reserve final judgment.

Lighten up bitch. You need a good lay because if these kind of things bother you then you obviously need to get a hobby or a fu*k friend. This is the beauty of capitalism at its best. You dirty communist.

GP

Maybe, just maybe, GP is on to something. What do you think? Could it be that Lester does, in fact, need more company of an intimate nature?

To help you ponder this thorny question, ladies and gentlemen, may we present a rubber-clad Lester Haines in bondage gear, with balloon fetish accessories [Or, possibly, in a climbing harness and a life jacket? - Ed] and sporting a rather fetching red helmet?

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