Monday, June 11, 2007

Tales from PSSWR, pt. 4

Wingal slowly woke up, smiling. The night before at the winery she had met a wonderful hunk of a man who vaguely resembled Gerard Butler. As she rolled over she realized that the wine had worn off and tried to prepare herself for someone less than Butler-esque. She was not, however, prepared for. . .

12 comments:

Wingal said...

You are a whore.

boobarella said...

you know you love me

Wingal said...

I would never mistake Bruce Vilanch for Gerard Butler. Chewbacca, maybe; but not Gerard Butler.

Give me some credit, m'eh... I've never been THAT drunk...

Wingal said...

AND, as you well know, Bruce Vilanch is GAY. When you said you wanted me to bring two Queens, I really didn't think you were counting ME as one of them!

Wingal said...

Especially since I am a GIRL who likes BOYS!

Boobarella said...

I would think it a complement that you turned such a gay man straight!

theswain said...

Besides, Bruce had $3 and 4 rolls of Rolos.....double your dowry

Wingal said...

But what am I going to do with 4 rolls of Rolos? That's just too many... I'm cheap for a reason.

boobarella said...

Uh hello, you could always SHARE your Rollos!

Wingal said...

Um... I'm really not sure what to think of that, interpretationally speaking... wouldn't that mean that I was essentially whored-out so you could have Rollos? I'm uncomfortable with that.

And what the HELL, man! You want to whore me out for Rollos and Jenny wants to whore me out for shoes! What is WITH you people?!

Wingal said...

I've also realized that the verb "to whore-out" is a separable verb.

At least, it is when it can be when taking a direct object.

I whore-out OR I whore Jenny out.

Hmmm....

theswain said...

Or you could outwhore....oh, wait.....