"My name is... How can I serve you this evening?" HOOTERS standard opening line in 1987
Problem was the food was pretty good too, so you knew that it couldn't last much longer than the PLAYBOY CLUBs did.
"Half of the patrons at the London PLAYBOY CLUB in the 70s were gay." Elizabeth Taylor
You can still fuck check that up the ass on YOUTUBE.
Gregory Scott Relf's
TWO WITNESSES NEWSLETTER
PS JAN LEE: My blog is an email chain letter on the dark web, for obvious reasons.
Speak no evil, hear no evil, see no evil.
PS ION MUSK: How about fucking Taylor Swift in the ass?
She wants to get into the movies too; but unlike you, she can't afford to piss away a billion dollars on some pipe dream.
PS VV: How about a sequel to WEDDING CRASHERS called FUNERAL CRASHERS?
The thing would practically write itself.
Lots of scenes about really young sexy dead people, in their late twenties, suddenly rising up from their Covidism coffins, and all that.
Guy Ritchie directing.
Now that we have that kind of poduction money.
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