out with friends
i was standing by the edge of the dancefloor in my local seedy pulling pit with my mates sharon and michelle, already half cut. i was trying to get them to dance but, both of them being pregnant, they refused. i started wiggling about on the spot, flapping the skirt of my (rather short) dress up and down as i did so.
"why don't you just take the soddig dress off and have done with it?" says sharon.
i refused.
"go on, i dare you to take your dress off" says sharon.
well, as i said, i was already half pissed by this point so i thinks "feck it, i'll do it!"
so i did.
i ran 3 laps of the dancefloor wearing a black basque, fishnets and suspenders, before putting my dress back on.
result? drinks bought for me for the next six weeks, many male phone numbers and a good old-fashioned shag with a bouncer.
win-win, i'd call it.
( Smash Monkey lowering the tone of the whole internet, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 13:07, 2 replies)

Yay!
A girl after my own heart! Well done!
( chickenlady b3ta's very own Elizabeth Taylor, Fri 2 Nov 2007, 13:10, closed)

Hey
My kind of lay-dee!
(Reverend Fister "a disciplined fuckwit", Fri 2 Nov 2007, 14:06, closed)