She’s typically shy and introverted, loving nothing more then a book in the park on a warm sunny day. The one exception to this being her obsession with men’s clubs. She’s fascinated by those large fake breasts the way small children are fascinated by goldfish in a bowl. Especially those breasts with just a hint of glitter. During the occasional lap dance, if the breasts in question lack these sparkly flakes she’s been known to reach into her pocket and provide her own. The strippers, typically, are quite receptive to this. She believes a fake rack without glitter is like a summer movie lacking popcorn.
She lost her mother to the
ratcatcher outbreak in '78.
She survived a Catholic upbringing and now sleeps on a bed of nails.
5 comments:
Hi, great blog and, see, my advice worked already. You posted on my blog and I visited yours. Glad, I reread that old post. It reminded me to get back into following my own advice..
I like this story. I want her hair!
Thanks Nannette. Glad you stopped by!
This is perfect - I'd like to know her.
Dude! This is so frakin' awesome to see you rockin' the blog again!!! The art is GREAT, man. You just made it on my blog roll. ;)
About the Zombie story from Bill, I'm not doing the story for sure. There was another artist that looked like he left the project...but came back right when I started. So I'm out.
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