Blingtardette

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Alas, Mr Generic Strip and Eleventeenth are no more. They lasted about six months though, which is probably some kind of record, and Snookums still considers her ‘mommy’ even though another stepmother has come and gone in the meantime.

Currently Mr Generic Strip is, like, totally disillusioned with love thanks to being betrayed by xxxJazziexxx, a random blonde whom he met when he wandered into her house in a fit of boredom and partnered with approximately a week later.

People just don’t take relationships seriously anymore, laments Mr Generic Strip.

belated update

• the new manager, dancers, bouncers etc. turned out to be as imaginary as I suspected and I did indeed rez one day in the midst of a desert
• though not before Mr Generic Strip announced the farewell event ONE HOUR before it was due to start and expected people to show. I blew him out, naturally.
• the heartbroken Random Afk has decided to devote herself to Bilbo and photography
• Bilbo’s profile now contains a tribute to his ‘little sister, lost forever’ Snookums, but no mention of Mr Generic Strip, which is probably for the best
• Mr Generic Strip is still loved up with Eleventeenth (though they are not partnered as she doesn’t want him mentioned on her profile) and the remarkably resilient Snookums now has a twin. Who is a year older than her. Somebody really needs to sit these people down and explain the concept of TWINS.
• Mrs Generic Strip the First is back with Mr Generic Strip the Second

From this, I have learned the valuable lesson that if you want to be a successful golddigger and live on islands and shit then you are better off being a kid than a slut. Kids are a status symbol on SL, just like partners and islands and clubs, and it’ll generally cost more to adopt a kid than register a partner. Snookums has outlasted at least two mothers and will probably survive the third. There’s less direct competition; if a prettier, nicer, more available child shows up, it’s not necessarily your replacement, it can be your sissypoos! Also, it is easier to be a kid than a trophy wife. As long as you say ‘pwease’ and ‘fankoo’ and ‘i luv ooo’ you are doing your job. Faking textual orgasms gets really tedious after a while. You will not be pestered by cockless noobs demanding sex, and if you are you can report them for ageplay. Win!

hiring & firing

Soooo… the latest is that Mr Generic Strip claims to be getting a new manger to help him run things. He will, says Mr Generic Strip, bring with him bouncers, a dj, and some more dancers.

I see no sign of any of these people in the staff group so am inclined to believe they are imaginary.

First, however, Mr Generic Strip intends to weed out all the wasters by the cunning device of sending an abusive message out to the group demanding to know why nobody has been turning up to the events that haven’t been happening. If you do not respond by IMing him ‘wtf? how can I work events that don’t exist?’, then you get fired.

One of my neighbors has been glimpsed packing her stuff up so has presumably already fallen foul of this policy. For someone who is desperate for staff, Mr Generic Strip is unusually fond of sacking people.

(Here is an example of how desperate for staff Mr Generic Strip is. Some weeks ago, I rezzed in the club, saw a day-old newbie wandering round on my radar, enrolled her in the VIP group. That night, I turn up for an event to discover that the noob has been employed. She has no clue what the tip points are and keeps offering to get naked for a hundred dollars. She has full-perms freebie hair. She keeps vanishing at intervals and reappearing wearing another club’s tag. And she’s STILL listed as an employee even though she hasn’t logged in since that night.)

Oh, and Mrs Generic Strip the First has split with her latest partner so presumably her faith in mankind has been destroyed all over again. Woe.