Susan and I are starting a club called "The I Got a Lapdance from Lola Rose and it was So Sexy, I Just About Died Association" (I still have some work to do on the acronym, I realize, because "TIGALDFLRAIWSSIJADA" is forgettable at best). The story is as follows:
I went to the club where Lola works last night to check it out re: auditioning (because my club is going down the tubes, for serious) and to meet the esteemed Miss Lola, who I was certain would be lovely, articulate, sweet, and friendly. But HOLY HOTNESS BATMAN... she sat down and I realized in one awkward prepubescent-flashback-to-middle-school-moment that my internet stripper buddy was one of the hottest girls alive. So I bought a dance; I had to. I am so thankful that, as a girl, I am exempt from inappropriate boners. So, so thankful. As Susan Wayward pointed out, "she's flawless."![]()
You too can join this club, even if you haven't had the pleasure of meeting Miss Lola Rose personally. Anyone else who's been entertained by a fellow SW'er and wants to share their story and gush some is warmly welcomed. And when Lola touches down in PA and gets her butt on SW, she'll be promoted to Honorary President of Supreme Hotness or something. I'll figure out the title when my head stops spinning.![]()



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