Corraled
Dear LJ Land:
I'm at the Cow Palace working the Exotic Erotic Ball, and currently they have penned up all the vendors in what they colloquially call the Round-Up Room. For reasons no one seems able to articulate for us, we aren't allowed to go out on the show floor, or even out to our cars. So for the next hour and a half, we're trapped in this room, together with a bizarre assortment of adult industry denizens making blowjob jokes, a few cans of soda, some soggy french fries and one extra-large floppy dildo, which we're flinging at other tables, slingshot-style.
Someone please save us.
I'm at the Cow Palace working the Exotic Erotic Ball, and currently they have penned up all the vendors in what they colloquially call the Round-Up Room. For reasons no one seems able to articulate for us, we aren't allowed to go out on the show floor, or even out to our cars. So for the next hour and a half, we're trapped in this room, together with a bizarre assortment of adult industry denizens making blowjob jokes, a few cans of soda, some soggy french fries and one extra-large floppy dildo, which we're flinging at other tables, slingshot-style.
Someone please save us.