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Originally posted by Alex_de_Large
Or paraphrasing a movie. Or something...
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Well played, playah.
Anyhoo, harkening back to yesterday's convo....
Last night I am cruising home in my (still somewhat) new metallic blue whip, got the top down, bumpin' some Lloyd Banks....
I'm drivin through Pioneer Square (hi NFH!) and pull up to the light at the end of the block where Coyote Ugly/Cowgirls Inc. is (hi Slave!), that's when I saw a gaggle of 20 somethings (Lohan meet Duff meet Hilton types) on the corner giving me some hard looks. One comes over and tells me her pals were out for bachelorette gig, they were going to Cowgirls and that later that night they were going to hit the Vu, where the bachelorette was going to make her first and last amatuer pole dance debut. She tells me, be there or be square.
Then she gives me her card with her celly. Oddly, ironically, coincidentally, she is a paralegal.
Anyhoo, was the invite the product of:
-she was a non-brazillian hooker on the side;
-the whip;
-the soul patch; and/or
-the widows peak???
Regards,
P
