Funtimes at KGB: whattanite!

[Mittelwerk at aol.com]

now everybody,

just wanted to thank y'all for inviting me!  I haven't had as much fun since
REDRUM went off the market....

though of course the real fun began when we all headed off to Pravda for
cosmopolitans.  On my seventh I cheekily advised "dave" (as he called
himself) to put all doubts aside and proceed with the surgery.  To my
astonishment, he told me go to "fuck myself," and took a swing--all in good
humor.  I hope didn't overreact when I let at him with a reverse hammerfist
and knee-cap shearing slant-kick from the sh'to-dachi stance.  If you're out
there, "dave," I hope everything is still cool between us!...

then, before I could say another word, our sultry Eurasian hostess and the
girl from Minnesota (with white-trash bone-structure but lovely, chiseled
thighs)  escorted me into a quiet backroom and began to fellate me under a
Schiele reproduction.  I'll admit I got carried away, wildy striking out at
both and taking them anally underneath their flimsy Prada skirts, strangling
them with the shoulder-straps from--you know what I mean--those tiny
sex-parachute/backpacks all the cute girls wear nowadays.  Oh well!
 Afterwards, when I mentioned to the Minnesotan that it was all in good
fun--you know, like that frivolous banter on the p-list--she only looked at
me strangely, and said "what list?"  Whatta kidder!

And it only gets better!  Stumbling from the club in moony, half-dead
delirium, I murdered a bag-lady who claimed she wasn't Wanda Tinasky!  The
nerve.  I urinated on her and lit her afire, but still she claimed ignorance.
 I must say, I admired her immense resolve in wanting to maintain her
privacy--even unto death!...