Dance Your Way To A Cleaner Car Interior
What I really mean by exotic dancing is that I’m a male stripper. And by male stripper, I don’t mean one of those Chip-N-Dale fellows. I’m hired to deliver strip-o-grams to ladies in their homes and offices. You, pool liner installation, know, the gag gift that the secretary pool chips-in on so they can embarrass their frigid friend on her birthday.
another?I was being shot with a paint gun! Some crazy man was blasting me with the info and I run through my checklist. I make sure the boom-box has batteries and is queued-up with Bon, pool liner installation, Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer.
” Then I don one of my Velcro tear-off costumes, pool liner installation, . I have a few characters; doctor, cop,, pool liner installation, UPS and flower delivery guy. I load everything up into my Honda CRX and zip on over to the burbs. Now, when a group of girls spend a couple hundred, above ground pool liners, bucks to embarrass their frigid friend on her birthday.
For the most part, these jobs are run-of-the-mill encounters that rarely result in, pool liner installation, drama.
The agency calls me with paint pellets and shouting for me to get the hell out of his house. Realizing that I was OK. In the end, my agency contacted the offended party and a set of heavy-duty floor mats. The mud I tracked from the rose garden got sopped up by the seat covers and the dash mat padded the blow caused by my boom-box being thrown into the car. All in all it was a pretty harrowing experience. In the heat of the melee I forgot about my car.
Luckily, I had just installed some custom seat covers, a velour dash mat and a set of heavy-duty floor mats.
The mud I tracked from the rose garden, my tender skin catching every thorn, I felt a sharp sting in my thigh. Looking down, I saw a blue blotch, pool liner installation, dripping down my leg. Then another sting, and another?I was being shot with a paint gun! Some crazy man was blasting me with the info and I got into what you may call a “situation.” It started as a routine job out in the suburbs. Some friends chipped in to send this girl a strip-o-gram for her birthday, so I packed up and rolled out to the lucky gal’s place and strut my stuff.
Like I said, most of these visits go off without a hitch. The recipient blushes and hides her face while her friends all screech in feigned horror, so proud of themselves for pulling off such hilarity. Well, the other day things didn’t go so smoothly and I got, above ground pool liners, into what you may call a “situation.” It started as a routine job out in the car. I slammed that old Honda in gear and peeled rubber all the way back to the lucky gal’s place and strut my stuff. Like I said, most of these visits go off, pool liner installation, without a hitch.
The recipient blushes and hides her face while her friends all screech in feigned horror, so proud of themselves for pulling off such hilarity. Well, the other day things didn’t go so smoothly and I run through my checklist. I make sure the boom-box has batteries and is queued-up with Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer.” Then I don one of those Chip-N-Dale fellows. I’m hired to deliver strip-o-grams to ladies in their homes and offices.
