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[23 Jan 2010|06:38pm] |
Well that's the last time I try and be nice to Roy from This Old Man. Got a bit handsy he did. Trying to play knick-knack on my knee, my ass. Watch out for Roy, ladies. Or I guess fellows too. I don't know the sort of thing Roy is into, and it's not fair for me to assume.
The hotel staff seem to be no help in trying to find my cellphone or my pair of heels. If you ask me, I think they pocketed it. I've got my eye on that tall, lanky bellhop. I don't know what he needs my heels and cellphone for, but I'm sure he's got it. Maybe I'll offer him a trade. Like I'll give them the shoes from the Bo Peep costume if he hands over my things. Rhyme paraphernalia and all. Fans pay big bills for that stuff. Not that I looked it up or anything...
Now I thought there was somewhere I was supposed to be, but I can't remember...
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