Now I’m the first to admit that I ain’t exactly a culture fiend. I like me some dancing girls, but these were a little too well-dressed for my taste, if you get what I mean. But the more I watched, the more impressed I got. Those little ballerina boys were strong. They picked them girls up and threw them around the stage like they didn’t way nothing at all, and I could tell even from my seats that some of them girls had some serious junk in the trunk, if you know what I mean.
After about an hour the lights in the theatre came back on, and I was more than ready to go drain the lizard and find somebody to hit, even better if it was the buttmonkey that designed the seats in that place. I ducked into a little alcove and whispered to Skeeter. “That didn’t suck as bad as I thought it would.”
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