Saturday Night: I worked. After the show I danced on the cocktail bench, singing summer of 69 into a bottle of chocolate sauce.
Edit: deleted possibly two of the most boring paragraphs of text ever.
Plus - Come to Kenya, we've got lions.
Edit: deleted possibly two of the most boring paragraphs of text ever.
Plus - Come to Kenya, we've got lions.
I wish I worked somewhere where I could dance on the becnh afterwards.