My baby sister is pressing charges against Jake the Cavetroll. And she's probably going to kick me for calling her 'my baby sister' but sometimes one must do what one must do. And I'm very proud of her for doing just that as well
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It is indeed a different matter. You know a couple of the editors at the Times used to try to get me to go to Blue Monday. I always refused and wouldn't tell them way (To avoid having them pin pictures of you up in their cubicles to annoy me...ah, men) and I think the decided I was gay... All because I wouldn't go to their strip club...
I was a stripper for a while. I can work a pole. Or a pillar, which I once did at a work function when I got a bit tipsy. The restaurant owners were not amused. Or they pretended not to be.
Oooh, that sounds liek fun! The restarant I work at wouldn't mind. It's called Lugosi's, it's a theatre restarant and it's all like burlecque and stuff. It's pretty raunchy. I like it, even though I'm, just a waitress!
And yes. No losing belly, you freak.
Thank you, Vicky. And have a good time drinking!
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You're the one who can put her legs behind her head. Though, were I not your brother, I don't think I'd find that as freakish as I do.
Always. The Smuggler's Arms never fails to deliver a unique experience.
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Hell no, you wouldn't! I can also bend over backwards. And wrap my legs around a pole, but that's a different matter entirely.
I really, really believe that!
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It is indeed a different matter. You know a couple of the editors at the Times used to try to get me to go to Blue Monday. I always refused and wouldn't tell them way (To avoid having them pin pictures of you up in their cubicles to annoy me...ah, men) and I think the decided I was gay... All because I wouldn't go to their strip club...
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