Off to a good start with hot Pretties taking tickets!
Oooh, a lechers paradise within, with many a minxy maiden without many clothes!
Except for Hulk Hogan in his salmon pink dress.
Or Buffalo Bill in his tutu.
*shudders at the memories*
*gets side tracked thinking of udders at the mammaries, bejeweled with tiny cog wardrobe malfunctioning tasslement*
*tears himself away from such pleasing thoughts to return to documenting the evenings escapades. Mmmmmmm... escalopes...*
And luckily The Xym, who's reputation doth precede him, hath already been reserved a seat by the Green Fairy - table front & centre for optimum oglement!
Alas, there is the preamble of a couple of colony colonels of the Empire engaging in unimaginative euphamisms. And sitting about a lot. Doing nothing. For a loooooong time.
"Bring on the dancing girls" demandeth The Xym! "Dancing girls! Feck! Arse! Girls! Drink! Dancing girls (no nuns)!"
And dancing girls we got!
Exotic harem based dancifications!
Fire eating femme fatales!
Obligatory burly burlesque fat bird trying to strip sexily!
More fire eating lovelies reminiscent of Poison Ivy!
And breaktime, followed by fabulous Professor Elemental, and Pretties being molested by a monkey. Or spanking a monkey. Or something.
More hot hotties heated by a conflagration on a stick!
Nasal nose insertion (where The Xym is gifted with nailage encrusted in the mucus of Pretty ladies).
More fire based frolics - and ankle grinders! Groinal sparky spurtage all over the stage!
And interlude of perving at Pretties shaking their various attributes like them there polaroid pictures, only to be dragged from diseased daydreams of deviant depravity to lumber about amongst them in imitation of some form of dance stylee.
And then... PRIZES, where exceptionally hot Pretties in HUGE skirtage are denied the title they should surely have won! Outright outrage!
And then further dancifications with electric tealight tophattery, followed by an ejection to the burger bar, where The Xym steamed in the shivering cold, supplying ample heat from his ample frame (fuelled internally by superheated burger) to defrost Ye Ice Maidens and douse them the sweet stench of sweaty fat bloke!
A most excellent night indeed!
Achtung! (bless you!)
