Oh My God.

[growler_south]

Situation of the evening- lightly panicked, slightly hysterical phone call: "I just paid one of the dancers to give him a lap dance, but she's taken him to one of the private rooms! He's going to kill me!!"

Its almost like I was there, albeit without the long blonde hair whipping my face as a breasty beauty gyrates on my lap. I even got to chat to one of the dancers, fresh from a lap dance. She was looking forward to my visit in December, but I couldnt stop laughing at the shenanigans coming down the phone from Anchorage. I'm SO proud of Erich, he's the perfect host. I think we're going to get along *just fine*...

Oh, and this post is not about sinnabor. There's no way he'd crawl from titty-bar to titty-bar- even if he had 6 shots of Jaegermeister, a couple beers (one of which he misplaced while receiving his first lap-dance of the evening), and a naughty Alaskan goading him on. No, that doesnt sound like sinnabor at all. Nosiree.

*EVIL GRIN*

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[growler-south.livejournal.com]

"I know quite a few I value as friends."
It may be just me, but as I read that I distinctly heard my grandad saying "Dont get me wrong, some of my best friends are fags..."

[furr-a-bruin.livejournal.com]

Then I didn't say it properly, since that's not at all what I meant.