Last night, Mary and I went to our favourite gay strip club in town (there is only one). One of the strippers sat with us for a while. His name was Flame (I think it’s his real name). He made fun of me because I’m a lap dance virgin (still are). Suddenly, he fell off the chair and we had the last laugh.
Mary was really into one stripper who looked like a CK model. When he starred back at Mary he was basically eye-raping her. A couple of shots later, Mary said: “I want to give him my PIN number!”. I knew it was time for us to leave.
Like a mantra against my hangover, on repeat today: Get Myself Together (Hercules HercHouse Mix) by Chaz Jankel. Soon to be released on Tirk including a re-edit by Todd Terje. Get the song at the great mp3 blog These Rocks Pop. They have Mariah mixes, too.
Earlier: New Hercules
That’s the betch. Mary always falls for Swedes.
5 thoughts on “Get Myself Together”
God I miss Mary. Did she try and fit anything into her ass this time?
“Whoops, there goes the bike! Whoops, there goes the cat!!”
I miss you too kyky, but does that really sound like something Mary would say? oh wait..where’s my phone?
did you just slip it in?
I think I hear it ringin in yer rectumtum!
hahahaha … i love yous