The mud wrestling was something, said Max.
You want me to quote that I asked.
'I want you to write how I was taken down a muddy slippery slide...'
It was a rebirth of sorts.
I held up a placenta with a sac that was still leaking life-giving juice.
'You have just turned some clean fun into Grey's Anatomy.'
One dancer, who said she was related to a revered nun from the 12th century said she wanted to take us home and try her mother's homemade baked Anzac biscuits.
She was dancing in a nun's robe and wasn't giving away much of her heavenly curves.
'A hundred bucks for a flash,' she said, saying her name was Iris, her mother Japanese, father Taiwanese, 'and I love my boyfriends overweight and white.'
We might be in like Flynn, I said to Max as I peeled off a hundred and slipped it under her frilly black garter belt that accentuated long legs.
Then she flashed her tits.
They were 100 cc.
'She's not a fucking motorbike,' said Max, who lightly slapped me on the back of the head.
I could tell he was warming up to a big night.
And then another nun joined Iris on the stage.
She had to be her twin.
'She's actually more endowed in the titty department,' said Iris, adding, 'she'll flash her tits for two hundred bucks.'
Max was paying and I was all for this titillation show.
It was going to be a long night.
You want me to quote that I asked.
'I want you to write how I was taken down a muddy slippery slide...'
It was a rebirth of sorts.
I held up a placenta with a sac that was still leaking life-giving juice.
'You have just turned some clean fun into Grey's Anatomy.'
One dancer, who said she was related to a revered nun from the 12th century said she wanted to take us home and try her mother's homemade baked Anzac biscuits.
She was dancing in a nun's robe and wasn't giving away much of her heavenly curves.
'A hundred bucks for a flash,' she said, saying her name was Iris, her mother Japanese, father Taiwanese, 'and I love my boyfriends overweight and white.'
We might be in like Flynn, I said to Max as I peeled off a hundred and slipped it under her frilly black garter belt that accentuated long legs.
Then she flashed her tits.
They were 100 cc.
'She's not a fucking motorbike,' said Max, who lightly slapped me on the back of the head.
I could tell he was warming up to a big night.
And then another nun joined Iris on the stage.
She had to be her twin.
'She's actually more endowed in the titty department,' said Iris, adding, 'she'll flash her tits for two hundred bucks.'
Max was paying and I was all for this titillation show.
It was going to be a long night.
