Last night we got a babysitter in for the girls
And headed out to a great restaurant
Then to the casino
This morning I am walking like a gimp
The REASON I am in pain this morning?
Hobbling along with a limp?
awesome looking but fucking deadly heels
They were probably also the reason that a 60 year old dude who smelt like beer farts propped himself up next to me at the blackjack table and enquired in his oh so subtle way, “how much for two hours darlin’?”
It amazes me that people still have trouble distinguishing between someone DRESSED like a hooker and someone who IS a hooker
Which one am I again?
The old dumb-fuck needed glasses for sure
Don’t tell Diamond about the follow-me-fuck-me’s being the reason for the gammy walk
He thinks I’m walking funny ’cause….well..yeah…you know….
Let’s not burst his bubble