edit: pics from last night!
just look at that Sid.
there really is nothing like waking up smelling of rancid whipped cream.
the show last night was amazing, if only due to my superhuman rallying powers; the two-drink drunk began at 5 p.m. and didn't quit till nigh on 3 a.m. I am invincibibble.
but no more gin and tonics. they make my eyelids quiver with jiggly pulses and my tummy sad in the morning.
i like that Alexis and the ass-crack dance. i also like that sassy jerm, her matey-mate. I enjoyed walking through the nipple-riffic frozen tundras of supermarket carrying bananas and 8 cans of whipped cream with my baby Bailey. Cute humping/hitting machines Sid and Gasmaskboy put up with my whining about the egg in the salad at Wendy's and the fact that i tried on about 28098301923 identical black skirts at the Burlington Coat Factory. It was also lovely to meet Insomnia, her boy, Friday, Stina, the sassy Amina, and countless awesome members , to whom i blathered and babbled incessantly about things like antibiotic-resistant warfare. Also, m0use was hot and gagged.
All told, we did pretty well (i tried to make up for my shitty shyness at the Northampton burlesque last winter by being a new! improved! tip girl this time), so thanks to all the folks who dropped dollars in my stolen bucket.
Although i did have to talk to one drunk man who kept asking me things like, "So Suicidegirls...it's like, about being a rebellious teen? Like, rebelling? Does that insult you? I don't understand, is it porn or not?"
One person gave me a twenty. When i find them, i will give them at least seven freeze-dried ovum.
just look at that Sid.
there really is nothing like waking up smelling of rancid whipped cream.
the show last night was amazing, if only due to my superhuman rallying powers; the two-drink drunk began at 5 p.m. and didn't quit till nigh on 3 a.m. I am invincibibble.
but no more gin and tonics. they make my eyelids quiver with jiggly pulses and my tummy sad in the morning.
i like that Alexis and the ass-crack dance. i also like that sassy jerm, her matey-mate. I enjoyed walking through the nipple-riffic frozen tundras of supermarket carrying bananas and 8 cans of whipped cream with my baby Bailey. Cute humping/hitting machines Sid and Gasmaskboy put up with my whining about the egg in the salad at Wendy's and the fact that i tried on about 28098301923 identical black skirts at the Burlington Coat Factory. It was also lovely to meet Insomnia, her boy, Friday, Stina, the sassy Amina, and countless awesome members , to whom i blathered and babbled incessantly about things like antibiotic-resistant warfare. Also, m0use was hot and gagged.
All told, we did pretty well (i tried to make up for my shitty shyness at the Northampton burlesque last winter by being a new! improved! tip girl this time), so thanks to all the folks who dropped dollars in my stolen bucket.
Although i did have to talk to one drunk man who kept asking me things like, "So Suicidegirls...it's like, about being a rebellious teen? Like, rebelling? Does that insult you? I don't understand, is it porn or not?"
One person gave me a twenty. When i find them, i will give them at least seven freeze-dried ovum.
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bring it, sistah.
i'm not going to be working on friday due to my new tattoo so lets karoke our asses off....