Super Dead

Let me tell you about last night at work......which was super dead by the way but not totally uneventful. THIS is why we really do need a reality show up here, including ME......OF COURSE and the club I work at. We had only four girls, then three, one got sent home because she is sick and should definitely not spread her germs around, that spew out out her mouth during her violent cough attacks on stage. EWWWWW! Two semi drunk yahoos walked in, one with missing front teeth. I don't know if having missing front teeth is some kind of a fashion statement in some places, I have seen a few people here in town sporting that look. What is up with that? If you are under 60, get some fake teeth put in because that just looks like white trash trailer park......but then again, that might be the look they are going for. The two burly yahoos also brought a dog with them, that they loudly called "Dog" and sometimes "Crash", which was his name. Crash was super cute and of course I cuddled him and told him repeatedly what a good boy he was. I also took him for some exploring around the club, he happily sprinkled in a few spots. The yahoos only came in to warm up, drink some alcohol and check their Facebook. After all, it was not their idea to come in, it was Crash that wanted to come to the club according to them. So since it was Crash's idea, I asked if Crash perhaps wanted a lap dance. But since neither the two yahoos or Crash could afford that kind of extravagant spending, that didn't happen. Then some guy walked in with a large black trashbag in tow. He proceeded to pull out the contents of the bag onto the bar. Furs.
One wolverine fur, some beavers and a fox. And a pair of Mukluks (a boot traditionally made of reindeer skin or sealskin and were originally worn by Arctic aboriginal people). The pelts were for sale and would anyone of us like to buy some? I loudly declared that I believe that trapping animals just to skin them and sell their fur is animal cruelty and disgusting.
The practice of trapping animals in itself is absolutely barbaric I think. Then I said that I would be interested in buying a penis, did he have one of those in that trash bag perhaps? I would not mind having a collection of taxidermied dicks on my wall, like how some people have animals heads on display, I would have dicks. He scurried off to the office with his furs.
I guess he owed some money to the owner of the club, so the furs were being kept as collateral until he comes up with the cash. Then he sat down in between the other two girls working last night. They tried to get him to do a lap dance but he kept on STARING at me, like he had never seen a girl before. After loudly talking about me and complimenting me from across the bar, he decided to come over and actually talk to "The Ice Queen". That was the name he came up with for me. Quite fitting actually, I have to say. The guy was a total twitchy and nervous wreck. He had no money. At least none that he wanted to spend. But I don't think that I would had danced more than one dance for him anyways, he came off as very clingy and desperate. And I certainly do not need that. The only reason I politely sat and paid him some unenthusiastic attention, while watching TV, is because I felt sorry for him. He was just a sad and lonely man. Moral of the story for all you men out there. Be nice to your girlfriend or wife. Because when your ball and chain gets enough of your crap and leaves your dumb ass......chances are that you will end up just like this sorry dude last night. All alone, nervous, wild eyed and out trapping animals in order to survive.
Yeah......THIS is exactly why we need a reality show here. Instant success! This crazy, dysfunctional and fun place should be put on display. And me, The Ice Queen ruling with an iron grip. LOL!

Today I took my Christmas pics. It was - 11 °F......but I forced myself to do it. Of course the sun is nowhere to be seen today, so it was not at all how I had envisioned the whole thing.
I wanted sun rays lighting up my hair and making the snow sparkle.....but no. Oh well. I could not put this off any longer though, I need to develop the pics, print out Christmas cards and send out the Christmas gifts no later than Friday.
Now.....gym time. I haven't been for a while. It's going to be nice to break a sweat.