TRASH
The instant you say you'll work at the strip club, Tina's eyes light up. She immediately hugs you and starts kissing on you.
"Oh Mel! We'll be working at the same place! That means we'll be spending more time together! We'll be able to see each other all the time now!"
Tina says this as if it's a good thing; then again she's showering you with a lot of affection, so maybe it isÂ… of course her blowing you in the truck as you were driving there might not have been such a good idea (Although it SEEMED like a good idea at the time!), since you lose fucking control of it at "happy time" and nearly hit a blind child. Fortunately you manage to swerve and merely graze some fat fuck and run over a cat.
When you and Tina arrive at the club, the place isn't very full, but it's still early. Old Motley Crew songs blast throughout the place along with various other great heavy metal hair bands of the 80s, even though the DJ looks like he was born in the ass end of that wonderful era when mullets were praised and not scorned. Just looking at the skinny young punk's shitty Fem & Em dyed blond hair cut makes you sick and all his fucking face piercing leaves you shaking your head wondering about the youth of today. You don't even want to comment about his pants sagging half off his ass.
Speaking of the youth of today, Tina comes back from talking to the owner of the place. She says they actually have two job openings now. Apparently the bartender was fired for jerking off on the job. The crazy fucker started whacking it right then and there. Needless to say that's not someone they wanted handling the drinks.
Well you don't know shit about bartending, but you have been around alcohol all your life! Should certainly qualify you to some degree. The bouncer job is still available of course if you want something less "intellectually" stimulating.
"Oh Mel! We'll be working at the same place! That means we'll be spending more time together! We'll be able to see each other all the time now!"
Tina says this as if it's a good thing; then again she's showering you with a lot of affection, so maybe it isÂ… of course her blowing you in the truck as you were driving there might not have been such a good idea (Although it SEEMED like a good idea at the time!), since you lose fucking control of it at "happy time" and nearly hit a blind child. Fortunately you manage to swerve and merely graze some fat fuck and run over a cat.
When you and Tina arrive at the club, the place isn't very full, but it's still early. Old Motley Crew songs blast throughout the place along with various other great heavy metal hair bands of the 80s, even though the DJ looks like he was born in the ass end of that wonderful era when mullets were praised and not scorned. Just looking at the skinny young punk's shitty Fem & Em dyed blond hair cut makes you sick and all his fucking face piercing leaves you shaking your head wondering about the youth of today. You don't even want to comment about his pants sagging half off his ass.
Speaking of the youth of today, Tina comes back from talking to the owner of the place. She says they actually have two job openings now. Apparently the bartender was fired for jerking off on the job. The crazy fucker started whacking it right then and there. Needless to say that's not someone they wanted handling the drinks.
Well you don't know shit about bartending, but you have been around alcohol all your life! Should certainly qualify you to some degree. The bouncer job is still available of course if you want something less "intellectually" stimulating.