Just after leaving Uni
I found myself unemployed and what with day and night meaning very little, I discovered that my breakfast time coincided nicely with night-club opening hours.

I started off just heading to this one place for a couple of drinks, I'd have to eek out each one so I didn't blow the whole giro in one night, but I became someting of a regular and the staff seemed to like me.

One evening the club started running burlesque nights, which drew a crowd, and it was during one of these that I got to know two of the performers, who went by the stage names Sophie and Stacey Valentine, their act consisted of plenty of whips and leather.

We got on well, but I could see they weren't getting a very good deal out of the club, so using all my best "just finished university with a 2.1 in business management bluster, I offered to be their manager. Stacey turned me down flat, but not the other one, and that's how I ran domme act Sophie Val.
(GoodLord doesn't have time for sigs., Mon 20 Feb 2012, 8:55, 4 replies)

*groans*
*clicks*

Well, there's the first pun - come on punmeisters, let's see your offerings!
(Captain Placid 24/7 ball gags, brownie mix and clown porn, Mon 20 Feb 2012, 9:15, closed)

I don't know what's worse:
the terrible pun, or your implied alcoholism.
( monster munch person, man, woman... camera... TV?, Mon 20 Feb 2012, 9:39, closed)

What do you mean terrible?
That's some first-class fried-gold punning there. You should have seen what I had planned for "Random acts of Kindness"

(Actually you sholdn't, because I never quite got it worked out)
(GoodLord doesn't have time for sigs., Mon 20 Feb 2012, 10:04, closed)

I WILL HURT YOU

( mediocre ha ha ha, you're reading this, Mon 20 Feb 2012, 13:26, closed)