The bartender handed me my drink and I asked, "When is Jenn Ann Tonic coming on?"
"Any minute now, pal," he responded as he wiped off the bar with a cloth that looked like it should've been retired years ago.
I took a sip of my watered down bourbon and waited.
After another couple of minutes the emcee came out. He was a tall man with a plaid jacket and pants and hair that had enough grease in it to fry a chicken.
"Gentlemen, are you ready for another drink?"
The place erupted with a cacophony of catcalls and hoots...
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
Love your qualifications for the cloth and pants and hair!
Neville Hunt 10 months ago
And I’m actually excited just to read about Jen Ann’s act! Can’t stop... must read on...