The Roaster Spit and Newmar's chiffon dragons." I'm starting to work on a story about my miss adventures as a (excuse the pun) cocktail waitress, and bartender during the seventies in San Fransisco... a happy time before most of my sweet princes died.
This one will cost me a new pair of windshield wipers...
Sometimes it takes several fairy god mothers to give this chicken the courage to take Belly Dance lessons.
"Vida Girl, strut your butt out of that rut, and shake that fantail." They whisper...rather loudly.
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Pointing the way.
Party time.
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