new evidence in the case of my twisted mind:
As I was walking down the stairs to the basement gym just now, pondering the rise of pole-dancing classes - and thus thinking of how I could never muster up any fiber of my being that would want to, as I find everything about strip clubs utterly abhorrent - my mind came up with the perfect name for a business.
The business:
part strip club, part martini bar.
The name:
"Movers and Shakers."
Groan and move along.
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