We use to play poker and sing old Sinatra songs in the dining room after service on Tuesdays, bottles of whisky on the table, speed and adrenalin still pumping through our bodies while we all sang;
“Are the stars out tonight?
I don’t know if it’s cloudy or bright
Cause I only have eyes for you”
No limit Texas hold’ em, but we didn’t play for money.
We played to keep our chosen waitress’s clothes on.
I always had Gina she was my favourite.
But I like to beat Chef Bernard, cause Kelly had beautiful tits.
On the last hand, the girls would be naked and we would be drunk
We would sing;
“The moon may be high
but I can’t see a thing in the sky
cause I only have eyes for you”
We would fuck
We would swap
We would fuck
We would sing;
“I don’t know if we’re in a garden
or on a crowded avenue
you are here, so am I
maybe millions of people go by
but they all disappear from view”
We would go home
“And I only have eyes for you”
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
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8 comments:
Sounds like the best way to end a Tuesday.
Now that's my idea of a reality TV restaurant/cooking show...
Oestrebunny- Hello. Yeah but you should have see Thermometer Thursday.
Fingers- Fuck yeah. Hosted by Lavinia Nixon and at the end of each show, queue 70’s porn music (bow-chuk-a-wah-wah) and she strips off grabs the baby oil rubbing.....
Oh sorry....
fantasy.....
Yeah TV show would be good.
Friday- No Friday I did not fuck Bernard.
Ooooh, chef/waitress sex games. We should compare notes.
Anon- Fuck theory, I want practical.
Did you ever play guess the blowjob?
anon- No, but grab a few of your friends and teach me. I’m a really slow learner so it might take a while.
Sigh, I wish I could set it up. I'll think about it next time I....
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