Thursday, April 07, 2005

 

Changing Course


I have decided that if I don't get one of the two jobs that I'm still waiting to hear about, right after I finish killing people I'm going to get out of office work and become a stripper.

My stage name? Chunky Bouclé, of course.

I've always thought, ever since I first heard those two words together, that the Truth in Advertising laws would pretty much preclude me from using anything else, should I ever take up the time-honoured art of jiggling naked on stage for dollar bills.

Crap. We don't have dollar bills any more, or even twos, and I can't think at this advanced stage of decomposition that I'm going to be able to get the boys to part with fives.

I shudder to think of where one tucks coins ...

Comments:
OO, i want to come toss those fun two dollar coins at you. I promise to be super enthusiastic and not to throw them hard either. You know, perhaps we should start a club on the border - for men who like their women uh, shapely, and at least in my case, more than a little lumpy. ;-) best of luck, I just sent off 5 resumes my self!
gaile
fidgetybudgie
 
At the bar I used to frequent when I was underage, there was a stripper who would coat herself with peanut butter and the guys would throw coins, trying to make them stick.

Make sure you don't use the chunky, though.
 
That's the best stripper name I've ever heard. You'll have to get one of your patrons to take some photos for us ;)
 
Now I totally understand your desire to see my boobs ! It's all about checking out the competition, huh ?

Well not worry..I, too, am of the "shapely" variety.

Although I would like to have a different shape - something exotic like a pentagon or an octagon rather than just a big freakin circle. Call me Circle Boule and we're done !
 
You could always strip for yarn.
 
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