Things I experienced in person last night for the first time:
Burlesque
Girls with tape on their nipples
A can of whipped cream inside my mouth with the nozzle on Go
Being doused in chocolate sauce
Asking girls for their signatures
Spending every last dollar in my possession on first booze then said girls
Having beer spat on me
Having a body part signed
Leaving a club smelling like beer
Leaving a club smelling like chocolate sauce
Being a sticky mess and not caring who the fuck saw me
Being told, "you liked that bitch" by a girl
Thank you Suicide Girls, that was the best 12 bucks I've ever spent for an evening's entertainment. I think I can die happy now I've been in love and now I've been in lust for seven women all at once.
I feel like some sort of groupie.
Two nights in total contrast of each other, yet somehow they fit so perfectly back to back and I'm convinced neither would be as great if the other hadn't happened right with it. This could be shaping up collectively to be the greatest week of my life.
Burlesque
Girls with tape on their nipples
A can of whipped cream inside my mouth with the nozzle on Go
Being doused in chocolate sauce
Asking girls for their signatures
Spending every last dollar in my possession on first booze then said girls
Having beer spat on me
Having a body part signed
Leaving a club smelling like beer
Leaving a club smelling like chocolate sauce
Being a sticky mess and not caring who the fuck saw me
Being told, "you liked that bitch" by a girl
Thank you Suicide Girls, that was the best 12 bucks I've ever spent for an evening's entertainment. I think I can die happy now I've been in love and now I've been in lust for seven women all at once.
I feel like some sort of groupie.
Two nights in total contrast of each other, yet somehow they fit so perfectly back to back and I'm convinced neither would be as great if the other hadn't happened right with it. This could be shaping up collectively to be the greatest week of my life.
lucky bastard.