A mysterious dame walks up to our table. I'm smelling her intent.
She looks half Malaysian half Norwegian and I swear she's just walked out of a Zisi's Emporium for B Movies review.
She has Tangerine lip gloss on her full lips, that citrus smell is driving me crazy. And I know she's wearing Poison perfume.
'Now how the fuck do you know that,' asks Frank.
'Cos it's circulating around her, like a light mist and it's mixed with Angel Dust, the stuff that can get you fucking high.'
'Oh, serotonin dust,' joins in Kumar, 'we use to bottle it up as pills and sell at the flesh pits of Goa.'
'I bet you did,' said Stan who was under Suyin Wong's spell.
Well how the fuck do you know that's her name, asked Frank.
It's on her name tag, dummy, can't you see it?
Her attraction to our table is pure carnal. She has a face that could launch a thousand ships...and a body that could call them all back. And she has blood on her hands and a posse from INTERPOL on her tail.
'How the fuck do you know that,' asks Frank.
'Just a guess,' said Stan.
'And pretty spot on,' said Suyin who plonked herself on Frank's lap and started gyrating, just because she could and because it drove most men to cum in their jocks.
She looks half Malaysian half Norwegian and I swear she's just walked out of a Zisi's Emporium for B Movies review.
She has Tangerine lip gloss on her full lips, that citrus smell is driving me crazy. And I know she's wearing Poison perfume.
'Now how the fuck do you know that,' asks Frank.
'Cos it's circulating around her, like a light mist and it's mixed with Angel Dust, the stuff that can get you fucking high.'
'Oh, serotonin dust,' joins in Kumar, 'we use to bottle it up as pills and sell at the flesh pits of Goa.'
'I bet you did,' said Stan who was under Suyin Wong's spell.
Well how the fuck do you know that's her name, asked Frank.
It's on her name tag, dummy, can't you see it?
Her attraction to our table is pure carnal. She has a face that could launch a thousand ships...and a body that could call them all back. And she has blood on her hands and a posse from INTERPOL on her tail.
'How the fuck do you know that,' asks Frank.
'Just a guess,' said Stan.
'And pretty spot on,' said Suyin who plonked herself on Frank's lap and started gyrating, just because she could and because it drove most men to cum in their jocks.
