A Saturday Night in Los Angeles Part III
Part 3
While inside the Saturday night domain of sin, my roommate and I contemplated a game of pool. We settled on a few bar stools instead. Minh drank Newcastle while I consumed, well, Jack & Coke. After the first round a money-hungry cutie approached us briefly pimping her body for a quick $10. We both refused. “They’re not even taking their tops off,” my roommate spoke to me. “WTF is this?” I said nothing as I continued on my $7 drink.
BTW I’m listening to Speed Metal right now :)
I scanned the room, and past the sea of Mexican-American inhabitants I caught eyes with a stunning brunette cutie. A stripper, the next stripper in fact. “This chick is hot,” I commented to my Newcastle drinking Asian friend. “No tits” he shot back. “No cellulite either” I responded.
4 comments:
I don't like where this road is leading us Christian readers.
Hopefully to higher ground, but based on the author's past tendancies, more likely this is a one way ticket to hell.
A ticket I purchased directly from the hands of GDub.
Liar!
I sold out 2 years ago in a town called Vegas.
I blocked that weekend out.
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