March 5, 2004
NEW FRIENDS...
Back from Kingsport without mishap, or loss of any fingers. And, joy, I found a new adult entertainment establishment, to wit, the Mouse's Ear. A sad, seedy establishment, but perfect for the cohort I was squiring around.
Now, my Kind Readers know Velociman doesn't condone this sort of behavior, but I do tolerate it in others, namely customers. But this place wins the prize that is my heart.
It was denizened by mountain girls with zero boobs and huge asses. Augmentation is an unpractised science in the Tri-Cities area, apparently, but that's not neccessarily a bad thing. However, I do believe I detected several diseases I thought had been dealt with during the New Deal, such as scurvy, rickets, and pellagra. I thought those fancy antiscorbutics of the nineteenth century had obliterated those maladies. Foolish me.
But these girls had heart. It was painful, really. I was actually thankful they tended to avoid our group, because although we had the majority of the coin in the realm in our trou, they knew we were flatlanders, and that drunk local humper in the corner with his Skoal goatee would be back tomorrow, and the next week, and the next, spending most of his takehome.
I'm not trying to be uppity here. I'm not trying to denigrate these lasses, I was just disappointed they didn't make a better effort to be attractive.
By God, strip dancing is no different than sales, other than it's a more honest profession. My point is, if I have to put on my game face when I'm at work, they should, too.