News from one fucked up weekend

It's back. With an American twang.

Friday, September 23
We knocked off from work at 3pm for our department happy hour, on the office account. Yip, name was thrown, the hot blonde PA was bent over and belted while "the boss" looked on in disbelief and the bar was raped ten times over. Six hours and $600 later, we made a quick duck before all hell broke loose (half the bar was abusing the tab!).

So off to the car, but where to? Shotgun! Calling "Shotgun" means something totally different. Yip, all roads lead to Es Dubyas, Shotgun Willies, the local girly bar.

And it's just like the movies, multiple stages surrounded by neon lights, seats all around. One dollar bills. And lots of them. The more you wip out, the more you get to see. And the chicks are SO belterish, much better than the "Stormvoel, Midrand or Rivonia Spurs" put altogether.

And $20 an "LD". And you get to touch (to some extent). I thought a lot of cash was dropped last time, but Friday's bill was massive! A certain other guy had eight, yes, EIGHT "LDs"!!!!!!! $160 dollars for that alone, before the drinks bill and the rest of our entertainment! Pimp Dog, in Dallas, did you sample the entertainment? Heard Dallas is famous for this stuff!

Pity no pics - this dude took a sneaky snap from behind the bushes, got rushed by the bouncers and had the back doors opened with his head. Dumped in two separate dumpsters, just like the movies...

I think Layla, Storm and Lolita are the new Mrs Dawgs. Call me, okay?