I Had A Blast At My Mardi Gras Event. Sales Were Just Under Thirsty Thursday's Average Sales. Which Is Pretty Damn Good For A Tuesday Night. I Showed Up At The Bar At 3PM To Begin Decorating And Finished Around 7PM, Drinking The Whole Time Ofcourse. Made Back More Than Enough From Bead Necklace Sales To Cover The Cost Of Decorations And Still Have Plenty Left Over!
And On The Non-Business End. I Saw Lots Of Amazing Titties And Got To Motorboat 18 Girls. And Was Well Obliterated. Too Drunk To Fuck, That Was Me. But It Didn't Stop Me From Hosting Some Lesibean Fun In My Room After Close!!!!
Why Do People Actually Listen To My Suggestions? I Don't Mind But I Just Wonder What Makes Them Say Yes To My Drunken Ideals? Even More So When I Am The Sole Beneficiary Of Said Plans?
I Am One Hell Of A Glutton....
And On The Non-Business End. I Saw Lots Of Amazing Titties And Got To Motorboat 18 Girls. And Was Well Obliterated. Too Drunk To Fuck, That Was Me. But It Didn't Stop Me From Hosting Some Lesibean Fun In My Room After Close!!!!
Why Do People Actually Listen To My Suggestions? I Don't Mind But I Just Wonder What Makes Them Say Yes To My Drunken Ideals? Even More So When I Am The Sole Beneficiary Of Said Plans?
I Am One Hell Of A Glutton....
Dom's sin = Gluttony