Damn, men really are pigs, I think to yourself as I watch men's reactions to me. My favorite club is just ahead, and as I start to get in line, I am stopped by the doorman. Doorman: "Oh honey, you never have to stand in line." he snaps his finger, and another person escorts me to a private table in the VIP section and removes the reserved placard. Club rep.:" Your drinks are on the house, ma'am. What can I get?
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