Published November 09, 2006.Masquerade Charade

To the allegedly privedlegded crybaby demanding the unreserved booth for you and your (shocker) emaciated bimbo at the club last Saturday night after the tittie show... fuck you and your one horse carriage, princess. Futhermore, to the "manager" who told us we'd have to move, that he didn't want any trouble, that his patron had reserved this booth (yet we, paying drinking customers, witnessed no sign), you are the worst club rep, ever. The dignifed thing to do would be to apologize, find us another booth or table and then buy us a round for the inconvenience. How tightly were your balls being squeezed by his royal hieness? Amateur weasel, your machismo was as thick and fake as that sickening powder on tostitos that makes you breath smell like dog feet.

Dark and Stormy Knight