It's not gentlemanly to blog about ones private parties. Oh no. Not gentlemanly at all. It would be against our firm, upstanding morals to mention that being greeted by a gorgeous hostess wearing almost nothing at all is exactly the sort of thing thats been missing from our adventures to date.
A less well brought up band would probably offer to eat their tumescent stovepipes if anyone could think of a more invigorating sight than that of a healthy, vigorous youthful crowd doing the Timewarp who are actually dressed for the part.
But not us. We are professional, moral, pillars of righteousness. I mean really. Skimpy red spandex and fishnets. Tiny tiny skimpy red satin knickers. And heels. I ask you. Lara Croft, too. Lovely big guns. Young people today. We've spoken of, indeed thought of, little else. Little else apart from those tiny tight little red spandex pants. And those big guns.
Oh goodness.
Nurse? NURSE! Bring the mop. It's happening again!
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