I adventured to Boston on a gloomy Wednesday night. Dressed in my sheer bondage dress, a black satin garter belt borrowed from BAILEY, and enough eyeliner to last until Winter, I was feeling saucy and looking for a fight.
I went looking for a movie to calm the nerves and ended up in a little dispute with a video store clerk. The next thing I knew there were miles of video tapes devoured ruthlessly.
I felt really sly like a tease when I could slowly undress and cover my pale body with the mounds of tape. In the end I was rolling around in it playfully while it stuck onto every part of me. That video store clerk will never get the original Freaky Friday confused with the new lame version again. Your welcome.