"tassle your way to my house"
In my world:
A nite, where i'm WASTED stumbling down the street with my too high heels in my hands by 9:30pm after spending the nite with lesbian burlesque performers is completely normal after:
A day, -where i had to bring my vinyl dress to an elderly asian woman to fix it.
-where i had to accomidate a woman who will only answer to the name "Satan's Angel"
-where i watched my boss's lezzie wife kick off her shoes in the middle of a meet and greet, screaming "Kick em' when they're up!" and then feeling my boss up, graphically.
-where i watched a woman pay $1,000 to put extensions in her 13 year old daughter's hair because she got it cut 1 inch too short.
A week -where i had more contact with ALL of my ex-boyfriends than my current one
-where i watched a jewish lesbian amputee play the accordian and sing "Fat Bottom Girls"
-where I invented something that will make me and Cara millionares.
-where i got a headcold in the middle of fucking AUGUST!!!
That's really all i can say, i am eating pizza, and i am wasted. And i just thought that was funny... That, and the 61 year old burlesque legend hitting on me, shamelessly.
God Bless Vodka and Whiskey.
Someone in this family is drunk.