It's open mic night, and it's a nice small bar with a piano.
As per usual, a few aging fags got up and did their thing. Complete with drag man whom kept stopping her song to point out my cleavage:
"Wow- nice cleavage!"
"They're real, too- Aren't they??"
Kyle played a diddy on the piano with the singing girl I would most likely have a femme-crush on- If I wasn't so not-into-the-puddin. She has the voice of an angel I swear to GAWD.
Our Pizza Pizza dinnnr-
Sat on a big fluffy think in Kyle's apt building-
And......To top off the night- we chatted up this one:

PLUS WHO love it when your pal pretends to be snapping a picture of you, when in reality they are recording a video?
NOT I!
1 comment:
now were talking! this post is more like it!
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