In the aim to reclaim my crown I took a job at a local club. Just a few hours a week and from what I can gather it basically involves drinking. Excellent, I'm almost overqualified.
In all seriousness, I go round the local gay bars with two of the boys, chatting to people and recommending they come to our club. Lots of the bars give us cheap drinks and some give us them for free. Sometimes we dance. Sometimes we sing kareoke. And sometimes it all goes wrong.
Like the night when the manager of the 'desert' bar gave the boys free aftershock all night so when I met them back at the club they were an hour late, hadn't handed out any free passes and were struggling to speak.
Or the night when 'Carmel' got so smashed when selling shots that he stripped off, started dancing and forgot where he left the money.
Or the night when there was a mass brawl at the 'desert' bar that ended in a lesbian being fired through the window! Altho I was told this was a standard night there. Did anyone hear about the night when some mad bitch turned up with a machete?!
Or the night when I sent this text...
Omg most mental night at *** yet-got in a fight with T**** *****, got wrecked, introduce man looking for ching to off duty policeman, bouncers get attacked twice, fire alarm goes off so we all have to evacuate, I am so drunk that the fire engine door nearly hits me on the head but I get rescued by lovely, get in a fight with a lesbian who chucks a drink down me so I smack her & then she apologises & buys me drinks,I win ALL the furburger prizes for best dressed including the lesbian christmas tree, I drink too many shots and have now been sitting on the toilet for 20 mins trying to write this text! Love u xxx
Oh dear.
I love my new job! Its nice to have no responsabilities for a while. Although I promise this isn't forever.
H x
In all seriousness, I go round the local gay bars with two of the boys, chatting to people and recommending they come to our club. Lots of the bars give us cheap drinks and some give us them for free. Sometimes we dance. Sometimes we sing kareoke. And sometimes it all goes wrong.
Like the night when the manager of the 'desert' bar gave the boys free aftershock all night so when I met them back at the club they were an hour late, hadn't handed out any free passes and were struggling to speak.
Or the night when 'Carmel' got so smashed when selling shots that he stripped off, started dancing and forgot where he left the money.
Or the night when there was a mass brawl at the 'desert' bar that ended in a lesbian being fired through the window! Altho I was told this was a standard night there. Did anyone hear about the night when some mad bitch turned up with a machete?!
Or the night when I sent this text...
Omg most mental night at *** yet-got in a fight with T**** *****, got wrecked, introduce man looking for ching to off duty policeman, bouncers get attacked twice, fire alarm goes off so we all have to evacuate, I am so drunk that the fire engine door nearly hits me on the head but I get rescued by lovely, get in a fight with a lesbian who chucks a drink down me so I smack her & then she apologises & buys me drinks,I win ALL the furburger prizes for best dressed including the lesbian christmas tree, I drink too many shots and have now been sitting on the toilet for 20 mins trying to write this text! Love u xxx
Oh dear.
I love my new job! Its nice to have no responsabilities for a while. Although I promise this isn't forever.
H x
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