You dirty drity biatch!!!!
Okay.....you wanna play dirty you big bootie ho? Fine. My flat white girl ass can play too!
Best Sp: Creole Lady Marmalade.....she must have been hungry that night because she munched that poonanie pretty well with me and Foamy Latte who I still think is somewhere rocking and muttering things we cannot understand (the two of us together???? TROUBLE....just ask the head bartender at the Cecil

.....that night is classic). Too bad the thread got nuked because of weird trolls. I definately think we all got some "foam" in our "latte" that night

Am I right my Foamy friend????? I think we may have changed you into a full fledged cappacino (or however you spell it)
Worst SP: Creole Lady Marmalade! This biatch, when her mouth isn't buried deep into my poonanie is a real thorn in my side

and always jipper jappering away about SOMETHING. EAT SOME DAMN PUSSY ALREADY! Always shootin off her yapper about something. I think the only way to curb this is to keep her face buried deep in my poonanie or on someone's hard cock (maybe Foamylatte????? he seemed to like it

).....but then again...I was a bit "distracted"
Best "client" of the year: Geez, I can't even call this guy a client. I hate to admit it but its "Guru". I like him because we have known each other for so long that he doesn't mind when I have to catch up on my Rems sleep while he practises his "best moves". He's also convinced that all the receptionists at the Fox Den are in love with him. HA! But he's fun to abuse and so I love him. I have given him the perb name "BigBiscuitGiantCockAnalSlippageMan" so that when he eventually DOES write a review he will at least have some credibility on the board. Watch out for it.....he's gonna trash me for sure!
Strangest Client of the year: Um where to start? Maybe the guy who measured me in order to make a "Tiffany doll"? Perhaps the guy who eats roast beef and gets physics to tell him that we are soulmates who will have a baby girl together sometime this year. The roast beef factors into it because he thinks of me when he eats it....I don't know why.
Shittiest experience of the year: Tied. Turkey throwing boyfriend (HOT....I know how to pick em!

....note to the ladies out there....DON'T ASK ME FOR DATING ADVICE) or when I broke 2 ribs on the stage at the Cecil (pole trick gone very very wrong).
So there it is. Too much information.