vaguely malevolent toast
You will, I am sure, be stunned and devastated to hear that Mr Generic Strip and Random Afk are no more. Random Afk seems to be unwilling to relinquish custody of Snookums, crediting him in her profile as ‘a friend, father of Snookums’. Meanwhile Mr Generic Strip reports in his profile that Random Afk will be in his heart forever, though naturally this has not prevented him from screwing one of my neighbors.
No, not the hooker with porn on her walls, she’s long gone. Not the manger either. This is just a chick who hangs around the club. I rezzed there a week or so ago and saw her loitering, chatting up Mr Generic Strip. I thought then she was casing the joint, and then thought no! Blingtardette, you are just being paranoid and oversuspicious. Who would want this poxy club anyway?
(It was the island I wanted. I would have made him sell the club to the manger and watched her fail miserably. That girl has the hosting skills of a slice of vaguely malevolent toast.)
But no, apparently I was correct, and this would be why we have suddenly switched event times to something more US-friendly.
Meanwhile, Snookums’s last-but-one mother, the former Mrs Generic Strip, has found somebody to glue back together the shattered fragments of her broken heart and teach her how to love again. Or some such guff. He looks disturbingly like Mr Generic Strip. But then, most of the guys I meet look disturbingly like Mr Generic Strip. Generic is, after all, his middle name.