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ResidentSadist -> RE: Thank Heavens For Duct Tape (10/9/2010 10:54:01 PM)
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Ingredients:
1 - rock n' roll band & girlfriends
1 - dumbass groupie
1 - gear truck with lots of gaffer's tape (duct tape)
So it's after the show and we are in a hotel when the evening rolls around to sex . . . all the chicks are preforming like thoroughbreds ... except one, the groupie. The band's regular girls and my slave all know each other so they get with the groupie because she can't suck a cock to save her life. They try and try and try to teach her, but it's hopeless. It takes so long and the groupie is so bad, the guy she was doing fell asleep!!! So, the rest of us got together, grabbed some tape from the truck and taped the worthless groupie to the hotel room wall. Then, as was traditional, no one bothered going back to their rooms and they all pretty much passed out where they fell throughout my double suite. Being a functional businessman, a member of a local rock n' roll band, owning a medical clinic, owning a small indy record label, owning a world class recording studio and being an occasional drunk . . . I did what I always did before I lost consciousness. I called my personal assistant and told her what hotel she to find me in the morning so she could bring me fresh clothes and my schedule.
Well . . . apparently the lame ass groupie couldn't get down from the hotel room wall. She was still stuck there when my assistant came in the wee hours of the early morning. As was often the case, my prim and proper assistant handled everything with utmost competence. She stepped over the naked drunken bodies, got a knife, cut down the pissed off groupie and shushed her worthless ass out to the lobby before we woke up. Then called her a cab and stuffed an appropriate amount of money in her hand to cover the cab, damaged clothes and keep her quiet.
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