Having a night out on the town going to an extravagant club where lots of people are mingling. Most are ready, willing and able as long as the approach is acceptable; perhaps they are acting out under the influence. Speaking of influence, maybe you too are being influenced, after all you are in an extravagant club, get what’s at the bar, or get what’s under the bar. Whichever tickles your fanny, or the fanny you want to tickle. Music is pumping, liquor flowing, and lots of ecstasy, at least the one you can’t buy. Its the one that just builds up. Then you see the apple of your eye. You make your move; you see what one dance can do. It did well, you suggest a night cap, she agreed; you took her in the ride and arrived at the place where the night was capped after you pumped out some milk, and served it to her which she amazingly drank like a champ.
Now in the dawning you rub your eyes and let out a big nooooooo! You see Frankenstein’s bride or could it be the bride of Wildenstein. She has Fake hair, Fake eyelashes, Fake boobs, a Fake butt, dammm maybe the vajayjay was Fake too; you knew you should have had a shot of coke after drinking all that liquor, that would have sobered you up and saved you from making the discovery that you took home someone whose self esteem is so low she attempted to fix her physical attributes with cosmetic surgery which turned out to be a disaster. If she thought she was ugly before, she is certainly ugly now. She should have worked on the thing that needed to be worked on in the first place, that is her psychological perception of herself. How many of them Fake women are out there…..?