Saturday, June 13, 2009

Saterday, Early Sunday

Ha ha ha...

*cough cough cough.

I just keep putting more of myself out there don't I? Well I hope you bunch aren't too offended. Sometimes a tramp just needs as much exposure as she can get.

Once I get home it's coat off! I just love struding about with nothin' on. Like underwater when you're floating and all you have to do is hold your breath and you're practically flyin' about all the sand, conches, and sea weed.

It's aweful late so bonne nuit.

P.S. Wasn't it an aweful shame that I had to change in that drippy mossy hall?


  1. It's your own damn fault for working in such a shoddy establishment.

  2. Oh you're the noisey little follower aren't you? Quite a mouth piece you have. I could go somewhere else, perhaps. But, it's my theatre dear. Someone ought to keep its head above the river.