“Well, they only came in a ten, and look at them; they were made for this dress. I had to get them!” He stamped his other heel and grabbed the one in my hand back and slipped it on his stocking feet, looking completely annoyed at me by that time. “And the water retention, Miss Smarty-pants?”
“Easy,” I told the audience and reached into my wig, pulled out a pin, and proceeded to pop the water balloon boobs in Sparkle’s dress. Water poured out all over him, and the audience went mad with laughter. Sparkle, feigning rage, stormed off the stage and left me alone to introduce the next act.
“Ladies and gentleman,” I began, “she’s awfully pretty, but she’s one french fry short of a Happy Meal sometimes. Anyway, moving on, let’s bring to the stage that fabulous bella donna… you know her… you lov
