How many skanky tramps does it take to give you whooping cough and a funny tickle in your nads? One. . .two. . .three. . .
And if any of these club rats belong to you, first let me say I'm sorry. Not for making fun of them -- they do that shit all on their own -- but for not being there for you when you needed it the most. Seriously, someone should have stopped you before you made that plunge.