Pooka cracked herself right up last night at work.
So...its Sunday...the club looks like someone just came in and killed everyone. There's like five customers and they all look like they died in their chairs, all dull and lifeless and uninterested. It was gross. Well it was toward the end of the n ight and I only needed $40 more dollars to make my goal, and I was determined to find it someeeehow......
So all the other girls who were sitting at the bar or in chairs watching the show cause there wasn't shit better to do died laughing as I dragged the busboy to the back. I found nothing more amusing than hustling the poor unsuspecting busboy with pookacharms.
I made my goal, though, and I was awarded hustler of the night award by the other girls. Haha.



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pooka u crack me up!!

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