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Burlesque again last night, all you liars who said you were going to come DIDN'T. Of course. Because you are liars. And you lie. LIARS! But I'm totally over it.
The show was pretty good but not quite as exciting as last week. There was a dancer named Candice and she was a redhead and she could do the splits so I should have been cut about it but it was okay because she had a head like a howler monkey that compulsively smashes it's own face into walls.
And Cruella did a bed of nails performance, and Christie sang great songs, and it was all generally rock and roll. Mat and I were sitting in what we have dubbed "our booth" (the smallest darkest dingiest one in the furthest away corner)and this freakishly tall, gigantically muscle-rippled, skin-headed man comes up and goes "HEY, that's my favourite booth!" and we just look up at him like so many tiny bugs under a big thudding black boot, but I, being a little bit tipsy and hence a little bit sassy go "NUH-UH this is OUR favourite booth!!!" and he stares grimly down for a total of two seconds then smiles brilliantly and says "That's okay, he's bigger than me anyway!", pointing a finger the same size and texture (and possibly also flavour) of bratwurst at tiny, crippled, pretty-boy Mat. Then the large man walks away with two corpulent lady friends and Mat goes "What? I totally am!" while drinking his cider which wasn't paid for, score.
I have made up a new word which is seconded by Amelia as great. I'm going to add it to urbandictionary right now.
Cocok v. to cocok is to indulge in the use of the illegal drug cocaine, usually by means of snorting it off a gay man's erect penis
Cocokhead offen., n. to call one a cocokhead is to imply said person enjoys to indulge in the use of the illegal drug cocaine on a regular basis, as well as insinuating that said person also has the throbbing genitals of a gay man permanently attached to their forehead, like a some sort of freak of nature whom nobody loves
The show was pretty good but not quite as exciting as last week. There was a dancer named Candice and she was a redhead and she could do the splits so I should have been cut about it but it was okay because she had a head like a howler monkey that compulsively smashes it's own face into walls.
And Cruella did a bed of nails performance, and Christie sang great songs, and it was all generally rock and roll. Mat and I were sitting in what we have dubbed "our booth" (the smallest darkest dingiest one in the furthest away corner)and this freakishly tall, gigantically muscle-rippled, skin-headed man comes up and goes "HEY, that's my favourite booth!" and we just look up at him like so many tiny bugs under a big thudding black boot, but I, being a little bit tipsy and hence a little bit sassy go "NUH-UH this is OUR favourite booth!!!" and he stares grimly down for a total of two seconds then smiles brilliantly and says "That's okay, he's bigger than me anyway!", pointing a finger the same size and texture (and possibly also flavour) of bratwurst at tiny, crippled, pretty-boy Mat. Then the large man walks away with two corpulent lady friends and Mat goes "What? I totally am!" while drinking his cider which wasn't paid for, score.
I have made up a new word which is seconded by Amelia as great. I'm going to add it to urbandictionary right now.
Cocok v. to cocok is to indulge in the use of the illegal drug cocaine, usually by means of snorting it off a gay man's erect penis
Cocokhead offen., n. to call one a cocokhead is to imply said person enjoys to indulge in the use of the illegal drug cocaine on a regular basis, as well as insinuating that said person also has the throbbing genitals of a gay man permanently attached to their forehead, like a some sort of freak of nature whom nobody loves