Clubtrash Letters1. Blowjob in the bathroom! How dumb and young do you think I am, that I'd suck you off in a filthy stall, just because you poured me tasty drinks all night? It's a shame, really cuz I have such a thing for bartenders. And you're so fuzzy and charming. But in the bathroom? Blech. You insult me. 2. No, I don't want to get gangbanged by a metal band. I don't care if you have a show on Sunday the 14th. "Have you ever had a Canadian and a Puerto Rican.. at once?" No, and I don't want to join your North American sandwich. All flavors of man taste the same. Like scum and the argyle skin of shedding shakes, but not so dry. Like a dirty shoe filled with mayonnaise, with chlorine on the side. I would not like to try. I'm no groupie, especially for a band I met 5 minutes ago. 3. Long Island ice tea, somewhere-Asian accent, black mesh shirt. The only thing I could make out was, "I fall down, pick me up." Dude, you drank a lot. I don't know you, but I hope you're okay. 4. You are, sure thing my favorite dance partner. Ever. I was coming to like you a lot, the way you catch my rhythm and I catch yours and your scalp, so shiny shiny shiny! But then I learned your name. I learned you were my enemy, by proxy, by loyalties. Ohhh I knew I'd seen you before! I'd promised to kick your ass if I did again. And well tonight, I tried. But I'm no mistress. Heart of ink and honey. I don't whip.. 5. ..I smother. I hoped your rash would never heal. You float. You smell like a flower. Float away if you will. Yeah, it does hurt me still. 6. And you. I fear you've mistaken me for a damsel. We talked about this and will surely talk more. You were my net, tonight. Thank you. And perhaps I'll see you tomorrow. 7. Man/girl in the black dress. Classy and friendly. Using either bathroom. If I could be half the lady you are, I wouldn't be writing these letters right now..
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