A veritable Hall of Horrors on...

A veritable Hall of Horrors on a sleepy almost day before T-Day afternoon. Endured a roster of five or six 'dancers' of dick-shriveling pathos before fleeing with my last shred of self-respect. My ATF's left the premises, and although I know there are other service oriented dancers here of passable quality they must've all been home trussing the turkey today instead of in the ole BP massaging my ego (extension). A couple of these gurls would scare children, and all are supreme mistresses of Anti-Wood. You couldn't inhale enough brewskies to dull the senses, or swallow enough Vitamin V to produce anything resembling desire in the presence of these harridans-one tatooed and gaunt as a stick-figure and the rest addled and adipose. As always, gets a few points for being as grimey-divey as any g-d lover could wish for---I'll be back.