Long Island ladies are all sluts. I love them.
So I'm sitting in this bar in charming Melville, New York (town motto: "Melville: Gateway To Ronkonkoma"), exuding enzymes like spermatazoa for God's sake, there's so many of the damn things rushing out of what's left of my liver. Groggily, and between sips of Galiano, I peer around at such pulchritude as is on display. No surprise here, boyos: they all look like Victoria Gotti--and why not? She lives right down the street. Brassy little babes, every one. Overly made up, tall fritzy hair, bangles and charms dangling from wrists, loud loud loud clothes.Why is this? What's with the air on Long Island that leads to girls going out in public looking like Dale Bozzio ( photo above left)?
Whatever it is, I felt right at home, because every single girl in the place looked like a cheap hooker. And those are the kind of wimmens upon whom I place oh so special value. Shlubbies know I speaks no trash, dem hos be gettin' Nigel's cash.
Amen.
A Quinn Martin production.
posted by Nigel St.John Regina Smegmatica Howle-Raines @ 7:33 PM
1 Comments:
heee heeee heee....Buffy you nappy headed ho!
My friend Alice lives on Long Island and she ain't like that.....also Amy Fisher....and lookat how nice and respectable she turned out to be.....
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