sweetcheeks

Last night was very silly. We are at the Flying Tiger Circus, a couple of acts go on and then the torch and the heart shapped brand come out. I think to myself, "Are people actually going to get that branded on them right now? Who the fuck would do that? Well if it has to be done someone should get it on their ass just like college girls get cute little hearts on their butts. Or cabbage patch kids. Or whatever." But sure enough people got in line. A bunch of people.

Of course I start yelling. "You should get it on your ass! Someone should get it on their ass!" Because that is what I do at shows generally. And the MC Brander guy called me out and said I should do it. As thatmikeguy said, I have integrity and Coco played a part by turning to me and saying "Let's get one." I guess I give in to peer pressure easily. So we got in line.

But then a tragic turn of events: One of the girls in front of us in line got her heart on her ass! NO! "Damn it. Now I can't get it on my ass." A different girl just ahead of us in line said, "Sure you can. You are cuter then her." I squeeled, hugged her, and told her she was my new best friend. It's that easy folks. I don't know what her name is but I would vouch for her. She's a good girl.
I held Coco's hand while she had her brand done and she held my hand.

The rest is history.