May 30, 2007
After it was jokingly suggested that I help out by applying pasties to one of my cycling teammates.

On Work and, uh, Play

Ohhh, don't get me started. I once took a job at Ocean's Cabaret applying pasties to the girls—thinking, you know, two birds and a stone or a bone, or something like that. But those are some hot lights in those joints. Getting those sparkly bits to stick to sweaty titties is no mean task. All I got was, "Oh, paste me, Art. Paste me!"

Love those t's, s's and k's in that one sentence, and the bawdy echo of the last line. Tsk-tsk, too bad I can't always write that well.