Okay, so they now make bottled oxygen, how dumb is that? I got a free sample at my gym, and then I realized that there are free samples of oxygen everywhere. Duh. Anyway, it's like inhailing cold air, I didn't feel smarter or nuthin.
Saturday I got to go-go to the awesome DJing of Roxy Cottontail. I was totally topless this week, no pasties. I carried around a very sheer zebra print scarf to cover myself with when I wanted to come down from my go-go cage. The stobe and fog machines still make me a little disoriented, so I look like a lost little girl in all the photos. The other go-go, Chantilly Lace, and I put on a kind of lesbian makeout show in one of the cages at one point. It was fucking hilarious to watch the bridge and tunnel bros go nuts over this (no pun intended). This Saturday, I want to bring Reddi Whip and lick it off Chantilly's tits.
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