Tonight, I stood in line for 87 minutes to not get into RimJob, a gay-LA-cliche of a Silverlake dance club with Go-Go-Boi Sluts.
After an hour and 27 minutes of still being a block away from the front entrance, I decided to bolt back to WeHo, un-ass-licked. Passing RimJob's front door, the infamous ClipBoardBoi (aka: Mr. You-Get-In and You-Don't-Get-In) said to me: "Hey, Papi... You're kinda cute."
To which I responded: "Kinda?! Take this RimJob and shove it! I ain't dancin' here no more!" [Followed by a dramatic... and fabulous, if I do say so myself... backwards-dance-kick of my heel!]
[PS: Thank you to the Abbey bartender who bought me and my Gentleman Caller our drinks. We really appreciated (and needed) it!]
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2 comments:
You ARE Hot!
that line sucked better than a good rimjob
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